Enemies with Benefits

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

It's raining.

It's been raining all week.

I'm sick and tired of this God forsaken rain. But its Saturday, so at least my friends can come over for a movie day. Too bad Hunter is coming too.

He might be incredibly sexy and a great kisser but I still can't stand to be within 20 feet of him, unless we're making out. Otherwise, I don't want to deal with his presence.

I'm currently in my in-home theater setting up the popcorn machine and setting Netflix up on the movie screen.

My friend's should be here any minute and while I wait, I quickly call my parents to wish them a safe flight.

My parents, Henry and Shannon, are the co CEO'S of Condé interprises. They specialize in sports equipment, car sales, several restaurant franchises, cosmetics, clothing, and jewellery. They are also the founders of a dozen high schools and several universities in New York and California.

They left for New York earlier this morning. Since that's were the headquarters is located, and since we live in Los Angeles, they have to travel a lot.

I don't mind. Truly I don't. I understand they have a company to run, and they've never excluded or forget about me.

And they always bring me back designer clothes and shoes. The amount of Louboutin shoes I have in my closet would shock most people. I have 110 pairs of red- souled heaven. I have my own separate walk-in closet for the shoes alone.

"Alright mom, I love you," I croak, finishing up our conversation. We've been on the phone for 10 minutes, but I never get tired of hearing her voice.

Saying goodbye was always the worst part for me. Most people might be fine with flying but I have a fear that one day, their plane will crash and I'll never see them again. I've already lost one family member. I don't want or need to lose anymore.

"I love you too, honey." she gushes into the phone. I can tell she's crying. My mother only calls me honey when she is or is about to cry.

"I hope you and dad have a safe flight," as I say this, another tear slides down my cheek. I miss them so much when they leave. "Kiss him again for me, please?"

"Of course, honey," she whispers. "We'll be back in two weeks, I love so much."

"I love you more," I smile as I cry. "Bye."

As I hang up, I hear the door bell ring. I quickly wipe my tears and rush down stairs to get the door. I open the door with a weak smile.

Standing in front of me are my four closest friends..... and Hunter. He just brought my mood down even more. I really don't understand why he had to come.

Grace, my best friend, is standing wrapped in Jakes arms, with a sleeping bag over his shoulder. Jake is Hunters brother. Hunter being 11 months older than him. Jake once told me his conception was victory sex for safely delivering Hunter. He's a lot nicer than his obnoxious brother. The total package. I still find it hard to believe they're related.

Jake and I dated for like a week in the eighth grader, but it was never anything serious. He actually liked Grace at the time. We both agreed to break up on the fifth day, in order for him to ask out Grace. Even though it didn't work out between us, we're still friends.

Him and Grace have been dating for three and a half years and are attending the same university in the fall. I know they're absolutely in love. A blind man could see that. Even their parents adore each other. They took each others virginity last year after her birthday party and are still together. One time Grace was in the hospital because she broke her leg and Jake refused to leave her side the entire week she was there. If that's not love, then I don't know what is.