Enemies With Benefits

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If there's one thing you should know about me is that I hate Gabe Smith. I really hate him. I stare him down, not really paying attention to what my friends were saying anymore. He walked through the cafeteria doors expecting to be praised like a frickin' king as his "entourage" came in after him. Wow, the day I praise him is the day I die. But secretly . . . there's something going on between the two of us; something I vowed never to do . . . And I don't want to stop it.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Enemies With Benefits

Submitted: September 10, 2012

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A/N : Sooo, I decided to post my other story on here . . . Tell me what you think :)

Prologue . . .

I hate him. I hate everything about him. I hate that stupid smirk he wears every time he lays eyes on me and I hate that he knows something, something I vowed never to do under any circumstances. Those circumstances include if he were the last guy on this stupid Earth; if someone were about to kill me; if someone paid me to do it; the list could be endless.

I’m sorry. How rude am I? Let me start from the beginning and explain.

For starters, I’m Chloe Davis. I have deep brown eyes and wavy, sometimes curly, brown hair; depends on my mood which one I have. I say depends on my mood because curly seems all bubbly and happy while wavy doesn’t, get it? Well, I don’t think wavy seems all happy and bubbly, does it?

Okay, moving on.

I’m about 5”5 which is kinda short at my school. It’s like my high school is home of the giants, even though are mascot is a frickin’ dolphin.

But I use my shortness as an advantage. I could be, like, a super-fast ninja or something. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, creeping in the night.

You see, I’m not your average 17 year old girl. I don’t go around with my face covered with a ton of makeup or with extensions that touch the floor. Okay, I’m exaggerating a bit, but you get me, right? I prefer natural with just a touch of makeup and no extensions. My hair already reaches the middle of my back so adding more would be kind of ridiculous. And my caramel skin tone doesn’t really need makeup, now that I think about it.

People tell me I’m pretty all the time. When I say “people” I really mean guys. I usually get snobby looks or bitchy comments from the girls.

Not all the girls, of course. I do have two very best friends, Kayla Greene and Shay Walker.

Kayla is the smartest one of us, there’s no denying that. She has dark brown hair and really pretty eyes. The shape is exotic and I don’t really know the name of it . . . But they’re pretty! They’re light brown but she swears they’re “hazel”. Come on, Kayla.

Kayla’s the one we turn to for advice, well, because she’s smart so why wouldn’t we? She knows a lot of stuff, right?

She’s quiet when she’s not with me or Shay, but once she’s with us it’s like she turns into another person. One minute she’s all quiet, smart, and boring (don’t tell her I said that), then the next she’s being loud, funny, and talkative. It’s like me and Shay can get Kayla into that comfort zone.

Next is the oh, so outgoing . . . Shay Walker. Like me, Shay’s not the sharpest tool in the shed but it’s okay; we leave the smartness for Kayla. Me and Shay have most of our classes together since we’re not “eligible” for Kayla’s classes, whatever that means. Pfft, whatever.

Shay has pretty eyes, too. Hers are, like, almond shaped . . . but not the Asian kind of almond, no offense to all the Asians out there; You Rock! Her eye color is light blue but they’re grayish blue if you asked me. Oh, and she has long brown hair, too.

Her personality is more out there than mine and Kayla’s. She’s the type of person who, if dared, would run down the road naked screaming “YOLO” (You Only Live Once) at the top of her lungs. Yeah, totally out there.

And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for . . . The moment of my doom, might I add . . . Time to meet . . . Mr. Jerk-Face. I mean, I can’t even say his name without being disgusted. Gabe Smith. Bleh.

Gabe (BLEH) is this guy who is really full of himself if you ask me. I mean, there really isn’t much to say after that.

Okay, I’m not going to leave you guys hanging like that . . .

He’s an arrogant prick, to put it simply, with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. The combination is pretty . . . But not on him.

I hate it, now that I think about it. You see, that’s why I hate him. I just pray he doesn’t start singing my favorite song because then I would have to hate that too!

Why couldn’t it have been someone else? Of all the people in this giant world, it had to be him!

Gabe (BLEH) is about 6 feet tall, give or take an inch or two. He drives this really pretty black Mustang to school every day. Don’t ask me the model because I’m not good with cars . . . Kinda like I am with math. Huh.

So now you know him and I wish I didn’t.

Funny how the world can’t be the way you want it, but oh well.

Now, see what I went through with Gabe Smith, the popular jock, player, and . . . my enemy with benefits.


So would that be something you guys are intrested in? Don't forget to comment! Thanks for reading, Hun!! xx

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