Enemies

Chapter 4

For the last week, Will and I managed to stay out of trouble. We'd kept our snarky comments away from Ms. Smalls and out of her classroom, avoiding being sent back to principal Potter's office.

That didn't mean that we hadn't exchanged snarky words or that we hadn't seen each other. It just meant we were both smarter about how we went about degrading the other.

Despite all that, things were.. peculiar.

I caught him staring at me regularly. At lunch mostly.

But the thing about that was that the only reason I was able to catch him staring at me is because I found myself looking at him.

Ever since he showed so much concern over my bruised eye, it seemed like I was thinking of him less negatively, silently wondering how different thing would have been if we'd been able to stay friends after that first day of kindergarten.

It was a ridiculous notion. We weren't friends, could't be friends.

Will had broken up with Mackenzie on Wednesday, right in the middle of the cafeteria.

She'd came strolling in, calling him McDreamy. What a ridiculous nickname. Will didn't even look anything like Patrick Dempsey. Sure, their blue eyes may have been similar and slightly dreamy, but Will was blonde. He was also more muscular than said TV star turned race car driver.

Had I laughed when she'd screeched at him, her banshee like voice echoing through the cafeteria? Maybe.

He clearly could have picked a better time to do it.

"William!" She'd shouted at him. "You cannot be serious."

I'd never heard a nobody else call him William.

"Look," he'd begun. He'd been trying to keep his cool, but was losing it, especially since she was making a scene. Maybe he'd done it in the middle of the school day in hopes it would keep her calm. I'd snorted at the thought since it had obviously backfired. "You care about me way more than I care about you. That's not fair to you."

"I love you," she'd said dramatically, dragging out the word love.

"Yes, I know. And it's not fair, because I don't love you," he'd countered.

Burying her face in her hands she'd cried into them loudly before running out of the cafeteria. The rest of the cheerleading squad had been hot on her heels.

I hadn't laughed.

Okay, I'd tried not to laugh.

Later that same day, in AP Calculus, Will had winked at me. I'd spent most of that period staring at the back of his beautiful blonde head.

Not beautiful.

Average. Nothing but an average fuckboy.

That day, when we'd walked out of class, Ms. Smalls had spoken. "I don't know what's change, but I appreciate you not disrupting my class."

Will had flashed her his signature grin while I'd just rolled my eyes.

"Nothing has changed," I'd muttered before leaving class.

But something had changed, I just couldn't figure out what.

"What are we doing today?" Chloe asked me, pulling me out of the memory of what had happened at school during the last week.

"What do you want to do?" I asked her.

"Can we go to the diner again?" She asked.

"No," I said shaking my head. I hated saying no to her, but I needed to save money. I couldn't make our diner adventure a weekly thing. Twenty bucks a week would add up too quickly. And I wasn't working at the movie theater again for two weeks.