Sworn Enemy

Chapter 1

“What?” I said in disbelief staring at Grant.

“I think that we should see other people.” he said slowly as if talking to a child.

“You cannot do this your the one that wanted to go out with me, I hated you then and now after I give in and fall in love with you, you say that we should see other people!” I accused as fake tears started to roll down my face, although the pain I channel to make them fall was far from fake.

“Slap him girl!”

“Hit him where it hurts!”

“Class quiet, give your class mates some respect please!” Our teacher Mr. Brown said in mock exasperation, to the butt-heads that had just interrupted our skit.

Before anything else could be said the bell rang, finally it felt like the day would never end each class going slower than the last. Gathering my things I exited the class and did a little happy dance when I got to my locker.

“I knew that you loved me this whole time.” came a deep cocky voice from behind me.

Why of all people did it have to be him? If I wasn't against self-inflicted pain I would be banging my head on my still closed locker.

“What do you want Grant.” I said in a You-better-have-a-very-good-reason tone of voice.

“You love me.” he said simply, as if this was a known fact.

“What gave you that idea?” I said turning around to face him, hands on my hips.

“No one can fake the emotion that you had in our skit.” he said in a teasing tone

“Yes, yes they can” I said in a rush hoping that he didn't realize that what he was saying was true. Yet it could never be because he has been my worst enemy since the 6th grade when he picked on me for having pimples, just cause he never had any! He is also a player or whatever he wants to call it and he was rich, I mean bathe in money rich, I would never have a chance and I really would like to keep my heart I one piece, ya know.

He leaned in and whispered into my ear.

“You want to kiss me, just go ahead and admit it.”

When he said that I felt as if all of my walls had fallen down and I had nothing to protect me.

“I....I” I tried to say something back but my mind was drawing a blank, he was so close I could feel the heat radiating from his warm body and smell his signature sent of leather, peppermint and something else that I couldn't name but was still tantalizing to the senses. I wanted to move closer to him and run my fingers through his long dark hair that made me feel like every other hormonal teenage girl.

“Simone, are you there?” he asked as if enjoying a good joke.

What a fool I must have looked like gawking over him! Only I could be so dumb!

“Of course I'm here where else would I be?” I said snappy embarrassed that he had caught me unaware.

“It's okay I know that you were daydreaming about me.” he replied in a You-know-you-want-me voice.

“No I was not, it's just that being a round you lowers my IQ.” I tossed back to him.

“I know I'm just so smart that you feel stupid.” he said then smirked at me

“You..., you” I had nothing.

“Well as much as I love to torment you, I have things to do and people to see.” he said and then started to walk off.

“Yeah, more like people to do and things to see.” I muttered louder than I meant too.

He paused and then turned around to face me.

“That too.” he said with a cocky grin.

He turned again and walked away with an exaggerated swagger.

“I do want to kiss you, Grant McAdam, I really do.” I whispered before I turned and put my books in my bag.