Enemies with Benefits by KiKi XoXo (ebook reader web .txt) 📕

still got Wyatt on my back about getting a girl. He probably has a sign up sheet for girls in there! Oh shit, I hope he doesn't. 

 

5. I have no idea where to go from here. I want to pursue her, I want her! I've been warned though, by Mr. Parker and Wyatt. I've never felt like this about anyone before though, what are these... are these actual deep feelings? Or is this just lust and hormones? If it was lust, I wouldn't have kissed her the way I did. God just thinking about that kiss makes me want more. Her lips where soft and holding lightly in my arms she almost seemed fragile. She isn't though, she's not fragile. She is strong, and has a strong mindset. In that moment she let her guard down, and I wish it would've last longer then it did. I have feelings for this girl! This smart, good, and nice girl. Me! The guy who never tries, and everyone likes for his money (other then her), and the good looks. 

 

I need to talk to her. I need her to believe me. I push off the wall, and go back inside. Heading for the stairs, I get pulling into the kitchen. 

 

"Jake just the guy I was looking for!" Anne purs and I grab her hand before it touches my face. "Oh come on, Wyatt told me about your situation...I want you to know I'm here to help when ever you want." She says, and I let go of her hand in disgust. Wyatt, he is telling people I have problems? Great. Where is he? I leave without a reply to her, I have nothing to say. I can't believe he told her! Their ex's, and he told her to come find me and fuck me. Zero sense, but I don't care I'm not doing it!

 

When I do finally find Wyatt, he is in the back playing beer pong, against Robbie and Henry. Paige is sitting up in his room alone? Hmmm, now isn't the time! I push away the thought of going up and talking to her. She probably snuck out or something anyways. I stand watching waiting for the game to be over, because our talk might take awhile. Robbie is good, although I guess it's expected, he is the main pitcher for the baseball team. I can see Wyatt getting frusterated, I just shake my head at the situation. Wyatt it the catcher, he has a good gloce. He can throw too, but his aim isn't anything compared to Robbie. Once the game is finished I pull Wyatt away, ignoring his protest. He might actually be a bit tipsy. 

 

"What the hell, man!" I say right away once we're somewhere private. "You told Anne to find me!"

 

"Dude loosen up!" He says, "What's the problem. She is there, she wants to. Just do it!" He laughs. I back away from him, I can't stand him sometimes. "What's got you so wound up?"

 

"I'm trying to stay focused here Wyatt! I have to get my grade up, and be tutored, and you're not helping!" I practically yell, and he sobers up real quick. Shit. 

 

"Tutor?" He asks. I let out a breath trying to calm down, I shouldn't be so mad. I nod, and he crosses his arms looking at  me. "You're failing a class?"

 

"History." I look out the window next to me. 

 

"You're parents...." He sighs, and I nod. He's got it figured out. "Sorry man. I didn't realize... I thought you were getting soft for the Easton girl." I close my eyes, and lean against the window. That's true too. "How'ed you even start tal- Oh, Jake." He stops, and I take a deep breath in I'm gonna get a lecture in three.. two... one.. "What the hell man? What's brought all of this on? How'ed you even start talking to her?"

 

"Nothing... it's all just nothing." I reply. 

 

"Oh bullshit!" He says, "What's going on!" He demands. 

 

"Nothing. That's the thing nothing." I snap, "She isn't intersted." We're both quiet, he is never going to put this down either. He'll tell everyone, and he'll tease Paige about it. I don't want that. I don't want her even knowing I like her. Right now she thinks I'm a jerk and she is right. I am, and she deserves better. 

 

"Dude, you're not giving up are you? Jake Lincoln never gives up, and he doesn't ever go soft either.. but if you really like this chick... then.. what are you waiting for?" He sighs. 

 

"You wouldn't understand." I say "Just keep your mouth shut, and leave it alone." I warn, and he roles his eyes. "I'm serious Wyatt, this one needs to be left alone." 

 

"What ever." He says, and turns ready to ealk away. "When Jake gets back.. will you tell him I want to talk to him?" Then he is gone. I head to the stairs, not wanting to have anything to do with the party. 

 

My room is on the fourth floor. All the way up. I don't mind though, it's easy to get away from everything during parties. Am I really that different? All that's changed is not wanting a girl... well my grade to but that's an easily fix. Why is he judging me? He is the one with a girl friend. What ever at the moment I don't care. I reach it to the third floor, and I pause seeing Robbie's name on the door directly to my left. I let out a breath, but I keep going straight for the stairs. 

 

"Jake?" She asks, and I can't help but smile. I  turn around and go down the couple stairs I went up. "What are you doing?"  she takes a bite from something that looks delicious. Her brownies that she was making, she is looking at me with confusion still waiting for an answer. 

 

"I told you I didn't want the party. I have homework to do.. math, history.. the works." I say, and she hmms' me. "What are you doing? In there all alone?" I ask, and she sighs leaning against the wall. She looks at the brownie thing in her hand, and break a piece off and holds it out to me. I take it of course, and she explains what's all in it. It sounds good. 

 

"I've been running through play lines..." She finally answer. "I was just gonna go find Robbie, tell him I'm going back to my place, but...." she trails off. 

 

"But what?"

 

"But... if you're gonna do your history homework I... could help you." I mean since you didn't make it to the lesson..." She stammers. " Or it can wait til Wednesday... yeah.. I don't know." She says, getting nervous. I smile, liking the idea that she offered to help me. 

 

"I would love your help." I admit, and she stops babbling and lets out a breath of relieve. 

 

"Well.. lets get to it." She says gesturing to the stairs. "Probably should do it up in your dorm... Robbie isn't to fond of you." 

 

"Well.. at least the feeling is mutual." I mutter leading her to my room. Thank god I cleaned it yesterday. Holy crap I'm taking her to my room! I've never had agirl in there and not done anything with them. I look down at her, and she is texting someone. I don't ask, even though I want to but isn't none of my business. Once we're there she pauses outside, and I can see she is thinking if it's a good idea. "I'm not gonna try anything. I swear." I say, holding out my hand for her to take. She accepts it lightly laying her hand in mine. I close the door, and she looks around. "What?" I ask. 

 

"It's clean!" She whispers, and I laugh. 

 

"I'm not a cave man." I inform her, and she sends me a small sharp look with the comment. 

 

"Just not what I expected... that's all." She sighs, and I dig out my history worksheet.  "Oh, I have other papers he wanted me to do with you... but they're back  in my room." She tells me. 

 

"We could do them tom- oh no you have that dance thing. What about Thursday?" I say looking over my shoulder at her. She is looking at the only photo I have in my room. I don't many personal personal things here,  I don't want people snooping. It's a picture, or me with my younger sister Jayla. Over the summer the two of us went on a road trip and went to Florida. She wanted to go to Sea World and Disneyland and all that before highschool, and our parents didn't have the time to take her, neither did Jason, so I took her. 

 

"You remembered I have a dance recital?" She says, and glances at me. I nod, looking at her body again. Ballerina, yeah she has the body for that. She just has a body. Hips and curves. "My face is up here." She clears her throat, and I imediately look away from her completely. Well, I just got caught. 

 

"Hmmm." I cough, "Of course I remembered." I say, relaxing and coming back to the problem at hand. Tutoring. 

 

"Thursday works, if you actually show up." she replies, not sounding mad. Although, she doesn't believe I'll be there. After everything that has happened she doesn't trust me.  "Sooo, am I gonna help you or not?" she questions. I  hold up the paper I have, and we settle on the floor and we get down to the nitty gritty. It only takes like ten minutes for us to do, it wasn't hard and I already started it. I actually paid attention in class too. Once it is finished though we both stya laying on the ground in silence. What now? All she said was she would help me and she did. 

 

"Thank you." I say, roling over to my back. I hold my arms up into the air stretching out. She lets a breath sounding tired and unsure. "What are you gonna do now?" I sigh, trying to make conversation. She flips over as well, onto her back, I look at her and she looks at the ceiling. Relaxed, she looks at ease. Not tense, or mad. I don't see her like this often. 

 

"I'm probably gonna just go back to the dorm... I'm sure Fiddle is out of food again..and he'll need his litter boz clea- What?" She says looking at me, I 'm smiling listening to her. "Someone has to change the litter box!" I mutters and I chuckle, and she giggles slightly. What a sound that is too. Everything she does, just her, she is perfect. 

 

"Well, better not keep him waiting. How on Earth can he tinkle without a clean litter box!" I gasp jokingly. I get up and hold a hand out to her. No hesitation, no frown. She smiles taking my offer. "I'll walk you out." I say, grabbing my jacket that's thrown over my desk chair. 

 

"You don't have to.. I have to stop at Robbie's room anyways." she says, turning around in front of the door. She doesn't want me to follow? Why? Where is she going? Was she planning on staying at Robbie's place?! What do I say to her? I don't want to seem pushy, but I don't want her staying with him either! They may only be friends, but still I'm not okay with it. Even though to her my opinion doesn't matter. 

 

"Well to bad!" I smirk, she ain't getting rid of me that easily. She frowns for a second, not even, and then she lets out a breath, and shrugs her shoulders. "So... what were you two doing anyways?" I ask, as we head down the first flight of stairs. 

 

"Running play lines." She replies, not seeming to mind that I'm asking. I wonder if that's a lie. She replied aufully  fast, so it's either to cover something up of that is what they were doing, and she just doesn't care that I know. Why am I thinking about this so