The Pact

Chapter One: That girl puts Hitler to shame

You know that one friend you have that you always think is better? They're hotter, more popular, smarter, and more athletic. Basically they're the total package and then there's you. That's how I feel when it comes to my best friend. Except unlike the normal girl, I feel that way about my friend Paxton, a boy. Not just any boy, but the boy.

You see, Paxton isn't just like any other guy. He's a walking stereotype. Quarterback of the football team, dating the bitchy head cheerleader, drives the hottest car. Not to mention, even I'll admit he's hot as hell. He's literally got it all.

And then there's me. Now I'm not gonna play the insecurity card. I know I'm attractive, as bad as that sounds. I have no self-esteem issues. Being around someone as confident as Paxton has kind of helped me in that department. He swears he's the hottest guy to walk the planet. Not that he's a douche; he's just not ashamed of his looks. Which is admirable... well kind of? Anyways, his "confidence" has rubbed off on me.

According to my friend Madison, I'm Paxton's female equivalent. I'm not really sure whether to take that as a compliment or not. Either way, I'm pretty high up there. But Paxton always seems to be better; which doesn't make sense since I'm a girl and he's a guy. That's how it's always been though. We've known each other since we were two when his family moved in next door. Ever since we've been inseparable.

Speaking of inseparable...

"Are you decent? Yes? No? Eh, I've seen it already. I'm coming in!" I heard the all too familiar voice on the other side of my door. He barged through the door, Raybans perched perfectly on his nose. He was in a black t-shirt that hugged his muscles in all the right ways, dark-wash straight leg jeans, and a pair grey sneakers.

He pushed his glasses further down the bridge of his nose. "That's what you're wearing?" He asked, eyeing my towel.

"Have you heard of knocking?" I screeched, tightening the towel around my body.

"I did! I even asked if you were decent!"

I glared at him and he stared at me blankly. He held my gaze for a few more seconds before clapping his hands, jolting me out of my death stare.

"Come on, let's go! Would you like me to leave you?"

"I have to change!"

"Okay, go ahead and change. It's not like I haven't seen it before. We've taken baths together."

"Yeah, when we were three." I said flatly.

He placed a hand over his heart and pouted, pretending to look hurt. "Does that mean nothing to you?"

I rolled my eyes and fought off my laughter. "Turn around."

"Ay ay." He saluted me and spun around, looking at me through the mirror, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Face the wall, perv." I laughed, throwing a pillow at him. He ducked, laughing at my shitty throw.