The Maddox Effect

Hadley's POV

I sat cross-legged on the wooden bench, my phone pressed to my ear and the wind playing with the loose strands of my hair. The rooftop of the art building was quiet, just how I liked it. It had become my escape spot lately. No swim coaches. No teammates. No freaking Maddox Hayes haunting my every thought.

Until now.

“So let me get this straight,” Nadia's voice echoed through the phone