Loving The Enemy

Chapter Three

(Recap. Emily's POV)

I especially hated it when she used the word 'embellish'/'embellishment' with her OCD.

Thankfully the gene never got passed down to me.

Miranda's POV

I honestly didn't mind having the idea of having my own little one running around. Sure I would be featured on MTV 16 and pregnant but hey I get to be on tv right. His hot tongue was spreading all over me, first my lips. Then lower and lower.

I felt a bulge against my leg as I say in his lap. My eyes were shut, trying to enjoy the moment over and over again. His fingers traced circle over my hips, securing me this won't hurt. This wasn't my first time with him, of anyone. It was just my vagina was small to his big dick.

I gasped at the cold breeze took over my body as he carefully rubbed of my clothes. I couldn't see clearly, my eyes were foggy and I couldn't hear him.

I opened my eyes and saw the one person I wished died.

Hunter Sees.

I scream and run in to my bathroom door locking it, making sure no one can come in. I hear a deep roar of laughter, beginning with hunter and then chase joins in.

My nakedness was buried deep under my embarrassment. He had seen my body naked.

I may not be a perfect saint child, but I do not let people see my body naked unless we are in the fully developed stage of our relationship.

Hunter Sees. My worst enemy since that day he moved in next door. But that fear of meeting him, over and over, vanished as he moved away at least over two years.

Now he is back, with no place to stay and back for revenge from the greatest prank I have ever pulled on him.

Emily's POV

My mind was hazy as I heard my phone ringing. Ughhhhh why can't people leave me alone!!

I snatched my phone off the coffee colored desk and pressed answer. My breath was caught as Miranda's voice cracked over the phone. Finally she broke in to tears and begged me to come over.

I had no words. I grabbed a plain light pink tank top with a white cardigan and also put on a pair of short blue jean shorts. Matching with my dads special necklace he bought me when I was born, hoping I would fit into it, and adding a few layers of mascara and eyeliner and mascara. Finally leaving with my favorite pair of white sandals with a golden metallic bow.

I let my hair down with my natural straight blond hair.

I also grabbed some pjs for Miranda and a pair of matching panties and a bra.

Guess the neighbors have to wait.

I drove as quickly as I could to her house. Finally reaching, I bursted through the door not wanting to knock.

I ran to her room and saw chase laughing with a very attractive boy. Their attention turned to me and chases face turned horrified. I ran over, grabbed his precious hair and slapped him in the face as hard as I could. Letting the clothes hang on to me. Just because I was a blond, doesn't mean I don't know how to fight.

I looked at the other boy and his smirk had died down. I gave him a disgusted look and went to the bathroom, ignoring the plea for help from Chase.

I told her it was me and she immediately opened the door, pulling me in.

I had forgotten about the clothes but they were, luckily, still on my left arm. I looked up to see Miranda covered in her towel.

Her face was still wet from the flowing of tears, I gave her the clothes. The story began, but my mind kept flowing back to the mysterious boy in her bedroom.