Chapter 85

Madison

I buried my face in my hands. “Stop it! Jackson only sees me as a friend.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Mads.” Hazel stirred her latte with a knowing smirk. “Remember when he brought you soup during finals week?”

“He brought you soup too!”

“Campbell’s from the cafeteria. You got homemade chicken noodles with those little star-shaped pasta things he special ordered.”

“That’s just because I had a worse cold than you did.”

“Uh-huh. And what about that time he drove four hours round trip just to bring you your forgotten laptop charger?”

“He was heading that direction anyway!”

“At midnight? On a Tuesday?” Hazel snorted. “Girl, please. The man would’ve crossed the Sahara Desert on foot if you needed a glass of water.”

I slumped back in my seat. “You’re making way too much out of nothing. We studied together and hung out in groups. Normal friend stuff.”

“Alright, alright. I believe you. He’s just a friend. A complet