Enemy Confessions

Chapter Two

Maria and Emily stared at me as my eyes went wide. The closer they got to us the quicker my breathing became; I felt like the air was being ripped out of my lungs.  I couldn't take my eyes off of Cale. Cale fucking Maddox is infront of me.

This must be a nightmare.

I shut my eyes as tight as I could, hoping that when I opened them, I'd be somewhere else, anywhere else. The prison from my dream would be better than this right now. I forced my eyes open, and to my dismay he was still coming towards us. I silently swore to myself, thankful that he hasn't noticed me yet. This gave me a few extra seconds to think.

There are people I dislike in life, and then there was Cale. My personal favourite word to describe him is a fuckwad. Many of my fuck ups in high school were because of Cale. Our personalities clashed too much, and I was one of the only people who didn't seem to give in to whatever charm others saw, which always irritated him. Our rivalry became so heated that the police had to get involved once...maybe twice...no more than three times. The last time involved an outdoor pool, some scissors and a couple of very unhappy neighbours.

How did this happen? I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, something I forgot could happen. On the plus side, this school is so large that I likely would never actually see him. I grabbed the champagne bottle and started chugging it striaght because that is the logical thing to do when you're seeing your worst enemy for the first time in three years. And let me tell you, it was three beautiful years.

I didn't pay attention to the stares of Maria, Jacob and Emily. I was too busy wondering how I would survive the next few minutes. I could run? But that would be the coward move. Instead I finish the bottle and prepare myself for the storm that is bound to unfold. Maybe he's changed. I mean his body is definitley has definitley improved, if that was even possible, so maybe his personality has also improved.

Fuck. Sterling. Shut up. It's the champagne making me think these words I clearly don't mean. Cale is not hot...

I watched Cale take a quick glance around at his surroundings, his eyes quickly brushed over me, and I held my breath, then he took a double-take, and his eyes went wide.

Here we go.

"No fucking way." He said accusingly, loud enough that everyone stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction he was looking

My direction.

I dropped the now-empty champagne bottle in the sand

"Hi Cale", Even though I felt like I was looking at a ghost, I couldn't help but smirk at him, knowing that would bother him. All the colour drained from his face showing he was just as shocked as I was. Just when I thought I got away from any sort of past, this one springs up like an unwanted weed.

Karma hates me.

Cale crossed his arms across his more-toned-than-I-remember-shirtless chest, never taking his eyes off of me. My cheeks became hot as I resisted the urge to have my champagne eyes linger over his body.

"You can go now. Joke's over," He said sternly.

Despite the insult, I widened my smirk. "The only joke I see here is you." I said in the sweetest tone I could, batting my eyelashes at him. I could physically see his chest moving faster, clearly being effected by my words and it gave me great satisfaction.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked back. His cocky smirk has seemed to be perfected over the last three years, if that's even possible, and it sent a jolt down my spine that made my heart race a little faster. Something I thought only champagne and club music could do these days.