Enemies With Benefits

(19) Reality Check

I hate this chapter. It's my least favorite one, and I contemplated deleting this but then it would throw the numbering off for the chapters after this one and just ugh. It has to stay. Just bare with me, okay? It's fine if you think it's absolutely pointless–heck, I do too–but still; it needs to be done, much to my dismay might I add?

Reality Check . . .

Look at yourself. Look at what you've become. Something you're not, I can tell you that much. If you think that what you're doing is right, then guess again, sweetie. You're far from it.

Let's have a little fun and recap, shall we?

Your life was going great, technically speaking, and nothing was wrong. You made decent grades, you had awesome friends, and your relationship with your parents was a good one; why would you want to mess something like that up?

Oh, but I stand corrected. It wasn't you who messed all that up. It was a guy; the guy. You know the one I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the one with the sexy green eyes, the eyes that always seem to speak to you without words, if that makes any sense. The guy with the dirty blonde hair that you would always want to run your fingers through and play in whenever he was around you. The hair that was always messy, but you liked it that way.

Yeah, the tall guy who always had to look down whenever you were talking since you are, in fact, shorter than most. The guy who was fit and lean and had those broad shoulders. The guy whose smile made you feel butterflies, like it was the first time you've ever laid eyes on him.

But, as Adam Levine simply put it in the song "She Will Be Loved", it's not always rainbows and butterflies, it's compromise. You compromised your relationship with one of your best friends so that she would be happy, even though you were hurting inside.

But we're getting ahead of ourselves. Let's go back a little, sometime before all of that.

Like I said before, everything was going good, so to speak. But then came that fatal day when Mrs. Johnson posted the partner's list for some stupid project, and you got stuck with the one person you hated.

He would constantly mess with you, thus making your dislike towards him grow. You don't even know how you ended up with that moron!

But it happened.

Everything seemed to happen after you two got partnered together. You went to a party where you got totally drunk, stumbled behind some guy (who you had no idea who he was at the time, might I add?) and then ultimately ended up at his house . . . Gabe's house.

Oh, but it gets worse than that.

It gets worse because not only were you in his bed, but you were naked! How fucked up is that?!

Wait, wait, wait. It still gets worse!

He claimed that you two had sex that night, and that you knew it was him because you were calling out his name?

I know, it makes no sense to me either.

And after that it was just a rollercoaster of emotions with Gabe Smith.

First, he showed up at your house unannounced. Then he kisses you, honestly showing a different side of him that you never knew existed. But you knew that guys like Gabe don't change so easily.