Enemies With Benefits

01- Get Along

"Jesus, do you ever fucking shut up?"

"Suck a dick, Logan."

"I have plenty of girls to do that. You on the other hand. Zoey, I wouldn't let you suck my dick even if you payed me."

"Like I want any of your STDs. Hard fucking pass on that one."

"ENOUGH. DETENTION. BOTH OF YOU! I have had ENOUGH with your bickering and frankly this language is EXTREMELY inappropriate. Out of my classroom NOW, we'll talk after class." The teacher screamed, kicking the both of us out.

I find it hard to hate people. I don't have it in me, I find it a useless way to use your energy. But Logan Carter on the other hand, makes the emotion of hate as easy as breathing.

Logan Carter, one of the schools golden boys. He's captain of the basketball team, was voted most likely to succeed, and has scholarships after scholarships under his belt. Not to mention he is one of the biggest players and one of the most popular people in our school. He's one of those guys that everyone likes.

Me on the other hand, I can't even begin to describe my hate for this guy.

Not only does he get everything handed to him on a silver platter, he boasts about it every chance he gets. He will gladly steal someone's girlfriend if it meant he got a night with them, and don't think that they stick around for long. Once you fuck him, he forgets you and flicks you away like you were gum on the bottom of his shoe.

He's an asshole, all of his friends are yesmen because if you say something he doesn't like, he'll drop you without a second thought. He's an asshole and always has been.

I've known him since preschool, not to mention that we're family friends so I'm forced to see him quite often. He doesn't care if my mother is around, he'll insult me just to get a rise. Which makes him all the more infuriating.

"I cannot believe that you just got us kicked out of class for the second time." I said to Logan, pacing back and forth while putting my face in my hands.

"Me? If you would just close your fucking mouth for once maybe I wouldn't have said anything," He said carelessly. "Besides, it's a dumb class anyways."

"All I did was laugh, you got an easy question wrong even though you boast about how smart you are. Obviously lies. Maybe being kicked out of the class did more harm to you than to me." I said rolling my eyes at him. He glared at me.

"Listen bitch, you should be thanking me. Now we don't have to listen to Ms. Butterface's lecture on who knows what. I could give less of a fuck about that class." He said and I couldn't help but laugh again.

"What now?" He sneered.

"You mean you couldn't give less of a fuck."

"The fuck? That's what I said."

"No, you said you could give less of a fuck. Meaning that you do give a fuck, even if it's a tiny little bit of a fuck. There are still fucks given. Are you failing english now too?"

"This is why I fucking hate your smart mouthed little bitch face-"

"ENOUGH!" I heard the teacher Ms. Bennett, or Ms. Butterface, yell.

"You two have been at each other's throats since the first day I started class. You guys are seniors, not freshman. Quit acting like middle schoolers." She says angrily.

"Wait so are we freshman or middle schoolers I'm confused-" Logan started to say but I cut him off.

"Shut up, Carter."

"Fuck off, Madison."

"I bet you'd like it if I fucked-"

And we were at it again. Arguing. What can I say it's what we do best.

"Principal's office! Now! I cannot deal with you two. You two are impossible!" She finally had enough, you could almost see the smoke coming out of her ears.

"Sorry Ms. Butte- I mean Bennett." Logan said. I rolled my eyes and started walking to the principal's office, trying to walk away from Butterface before she ends up giving us an even bigger lecture.

The bell rang, signaling that the school day was over since that was our last class of the day. I groaned when I heard it.

"Jesus if that's what you sound like in bed I'll pass." Logan said, cringing. I punched him in his chest and he winced in pain.

"Guess you'll never know. And do you know when to keep your mouth shut or is that just not humanly possible for you?" I snapped, getting beyond annoyed with him.

"Quit being so agro, Zo." He states calmly, shrugging.

"Oh so we have nicknames now? I have a good one for you, how do fancy the name stupid? No? How about idiot? Or or, here's the best one yet, dickh-" He cut me off by pinning me to the wall.

"How about Daddy?" He whispers in a velvetly tone.

I scoff and try to push him off of me. "How about fuck no?"

"Cmon babe, I think that's what we need to solve out our issues. I think that we just need to get closer. Think of it like a bonding excursion." He says, his hot breath fanning on my face making me cringe.

"And by that you mean an excursion to your room? Big gag." I said, trying again to push him off of me but he wouldn't budge.

"We could do that, or maybe a car, maybe even one of the locker rooms. How does that sound?" He says, tilting his head to the side with a smirk prominent on his face.

"Sounds terrifying. Now get off of me." I finally muster up enough strength to push him off of me and I continue walking to the principals office. Logan follows behind, and I feel his eyes stare down at my ass. It didn't help that our school had uniforms, so my skirt didn't do much to cover my long legs and ass.

Once we reach the principal's office, we were greeted immediately by our principal, Mr. Osborne.

"Come on in you two." Mr. Osborne says and we both walked inside without saying a word.

"Take a seat." We followed his orders and sat in the two seats that were across from his large desk.

"From what I hear, you two have been causing some trouble in Mrs. Bennett's class. Want to tell me more about that?" He says and I was the first to answer.

"We just don't get along very well sir." I said politely.

"That's an understatement." Logan said and I kicked him from under the desk.

"I am well aware. This is your second time in my office this year, you two realize that right?" We both nodded in unison.

"Then you understand that the third time in my office about this disruptive behavior will have a much more serious consequence. One week of detention for you both should make you finally understand that whatever issues you two have with each other need to be solved. You two are very good students and athletes. I don't want you getting kicked off of the volleyball team Zoey, and I definitely don't want you getting kicked off the basketball team Logan. You solve this issue, and you don't come back to my office, you understand?" Mr. Osborne said.

A weeks worth of detention? With this guy? God this is gonna be a disaster.

"Mr. Osborne trust me..." Logan pauses to look at me and smirk.

"I have an idea to help the both of us find a way to get along much... much better."