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"...and then, the teacher continued to teach, as though the whole incident hadn't occured. Well, you know that the rest of us were simply dying. And then, I mentioned playing basketball, and a boy from the front row-" Madeline paused in her sentance, watching her boyfriend as his eyes drifted over her shoulder, following to the left, and pausing. Slowly her arms crossed, and she leaned back in her seat.
"Have you even listened to a thing I've been saying?"
"Hmmm?" Madeline set down her napkin, turning over her shoulder. Behind her, stood a young...woman (Maddie couldn't bring herself to think the word lady), with long legs and a short skirt. Maddie pressed her lips together, turning back to her boyfriend who was clearly staring at the girl.
"Morgan? Does she have something I don't?"
"...a distinct lack of morals."

It was obvious that he hadn't meant to say it, as he immediately looked back at Maddie, his blue eyes serious.
"Madeline, I didn't mean it that way, I-I, I mean she- she's younger, and...no! You know what. I don't have to explain myself to you." The brown eyes across the table narrowed, and Maddie levered herself out of the chair. She stepped back, slamming the chair under the table, grabbing her purse from the floor, and turning to walk away.
"Maddie! Wait!"
"Oh no, Morgan. I'll let you stay here with your little hussy. I'm certain she'll fall into the sack with you immediatly!"
She turned on her heel, and walked out the door; Morgan glanced at the other girl, and then hurried to follow.

"That is not a fair statement, Madeline!" The brunette turned, and Morgan stopped, crossing his arms. There was a space between them the length of a person, and it might as well have been the length of the sea.
"Oh? Isn't it? You've been after me to go that little bit further the entire time we've been together!"
"I have not!"
"Maybe not with words, Morgan, but it's in your eyes, and every time I say 'not yet', your eye starts to wander! If you don't want me, fine! If you don't want me because I won't sleep with you, that's fine too. But do me the honor of at least telling me!" At this, Morgan stepped closer, closing the distance between them.
"I have always been fair with you, Madeline. I really resent you implying such things about me."
"You have not! Morgan, you were practically undressing her with your eyes!"
"What, would you rather I looked at you that way?! I respect you too much."
"That's some respect!"
"You want me to treat you like her? Fine?" He let his hot gaze run slowly down her body, and back. Her face was flushed, and he felt sick for doing this, though he knew he needed to make his point. She looked livid, and she actually reached out to slap him.

Morgan caught her wrist easily pulling her close. "What, you didn't like it?"
"No! Of course I didn't Morgan Hearst, I felt...cheap. Is that all women are to you?"
"My god, Maddie, will you not get the idea? I don't look at you like that, because I respect you. I care about you! Heck, I don't look at you that way because I think you're better than that. You clearly don't think the same of me." He let her go, nearly pushing her away as he turned.
"Morgan, stop! I LOVE you, darn it!"
A slow smile took hold of Morgan's lips, and he turned back around. In two steps, he had Madeline in his arms, slowly kissing her.

Arguing soon became something of a hobby for them. Morgan had to admit, he liked the results.