Enemies With Benefits

02- Love To Hate

"He did NOT!" My best friend Talia screamed loudly in the hallways, getting everyone's unnecessary attention.

"Would you keep your voice down? Yes, he did. Typical asshole Logan, what more do you expect from him?" I explained everything that happened with me and Logan the previous day to Talia. Per usual, she flipped.

"He's such a dick, a really hot dick, but a dick." She says, biting her lip.

"Ew Tal, don't call him hot. It hurts my insides." I said, gagging.

"Ok next topic, the party tonight. We're going. What you need is a nice, hot man in your bed." She says. Talia is constantly getting me to party and do things out of my comfort zone. She says that the cure to my awful attitude is to let loose. Just remembering her say that is making me want to roll my eyes.

Tal's phone beeps. "Ooh girl, I hate to leave you here but my appointment just texted me." She said excitedly, tapping on her phone responding to her dick appointment.

"Wait the blonde with the hot jawline or the blonde frosted tips?" I asked, turning to her.

"Frosty was dropped, he has a girlfriend now. What a shame. I don't fuck with attachments to my men, I only like singles. Gotta run babes, don't wanna keep him waiting." She winked, giving me a kiss on the cheek and sauntered off.

Talia was definitely a catch, she was the girl every guy wanted and the girl everyone wanted to be. But she was also one of the best friends a girl could ask for. She rejected Logan in front of everyone solely for the fact that he and I are practically enemies. It doesn't seem like much, but an athletic, fit guy with experience is Talia's type on paper.

"So have you thought about my offer or are you still being a prude bitch about it?" Logan slams my locker door shut, his arm extending and blocking me from moving.

Speak of the devil.

"Don't be such an ass Logan, and yes I did think about it... for a total of 3 seconds and then I realized how against your 'offer' I really am." I said, shoving him rudely out the way.

"If you haven't noticed, I don't like you. In fact, I hate you. So I would greatly appreciate it if you just left me alone and never spoke to me again. You got me in detention on a Friday and you still think I'm gonna fuck you? Funny." I said, trying my best to walk away from him.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me backwards, making me land right into his chest.

"If you haven't noticed I don't really have a fondness for you either. You're kind of an annoying bitch if you ask me. But I don't like things that I can't have, it makes me want it more. And I always, get what I want." He whispers into my ear, the same velvet tone that he had yesterday.

He lets me go and starts walking in front of me, leaving me frozen in shock from the fact that he dared to touch me.

"Cmon slug, we both have detention remember?"

-

15 minutes into detention and I already felt like I wanted to leave. The teacher was asleep and Logan was scrolling through his phone in the seat next to me.

I put my head down and closed my eyes, getting bored. Logan and I were the only ones in the room, if you count out the sleeping teacher playing some random soft indie music to drown out his snores.

"So wanna take this time to explain to me why you hate me so much?" I looked over at Logan who was looking at me with an annoyed expression on his face.

"Because Logan, you're not really that likable." I said in a bored tone, looking at my nails instead of making eye contact.

"The whole school could disagree with that. Tell me more, I'm curious." He said, scooting closer to me.

"Well for starters, you get everything you want. Everything. You clap your hands and it will be served to you on a silver platter, no scratch that, gold. You're not even that good at basketball, you're only on the team because of your dad and his tight relationship with the coach. The scouts that are looking at you, are actually looking at your family name and your bank account. They don't want Logan Carter, they want a Carter, any Carter. Second, you need to learn how to actually be kind to a girl, and I don't just mean for one night. You can fuck as many girls as you want per night, but at least don't be an asshole about it after. You can let them down easy instead of making them hate themselves and wonder what they did to make The Logan Carter upset. Lastly, I don't find any redeemable qualities about you Logan, and that's sad. If I can't find something, one thing, to like about you there must be a problem. It seems like everything comes so easy for you and you don't even deserve it and you certainly don't appreciate it. You have to realize that these things don't come so easy for a normal person. Normal people have to work for what they want, usually it doesn't even happen exactly how they want it anyways. But for you, you don't know what work is. You don't know what not getting your way feels like. You probably don't know what hope is either because you've never had to have hope, you just get what you want without a second thought about it. You wouldn't know how to count your blessings even if someone held a gun up to your head and forced you to. You're incredibly ungrateful for the things you have, you don't cherish anything. It's like you think life is against you when it's the complete opposite. I hate you Logan. I hate you because you act like you hate the world when in reality, there's nothing to hate about your spoiled lifestyle." When I finished, a buzzer went off, signaling detention was over.

I immediately grabbed my bag and rushed out the door, infuriated but also relieved that I could get that off my chest for once.

"Zoey wait!" I heard Logan call out from behind me. I ignored him and walked faster to the parking lot, where my precious car was. I barely got to the door of my car when two arms caged me in between my car door and their chest.

"I never got to tell you why I hated you, did I?" He said and I turned around, hitting him in the chest. He didn't even flinch.

"I hate you Zoey, I hate you because you really are the definition of a bitch. You act like you can't make a mistake, that you're some high and mighty brat that has to sprinkle her perfection into every oncoming person in that stupid hallway. You think that you're the shit, when in reality you're not. You're just a regular girl with a regular life and some regular clothes with some regular friends. Not to mention you're so boring, just talking to you makes me yawn. But what I hate the most is how much I want you. I hate that I can't help but imagine what you would look like under me. God, if you were anyone else I'd ruin your life, you make me so damn mad but so damn hard. You make it hard to hate you when you look like that. You put yourself on some fucking pedestal, and I can't fucking stand it. But for some fucking reason I love it. The more I see you, the more I hate you. But the more I hate you, the more I want to fuck you. God I fucking hate you but I fucking love that I hate you."

I stared at him in confusion. What the fuck did any of that just mean?

He pushed me against my car door, pressing his body against me. He slightly pressed his hips into mine as I felt him get harder.

"Come to the party tonight and I'll show you how much I fucking love to hate you."