Enemies With Benefits

08- Nothing

"Hi honey, how was school?" my Dad said as I walked inside the house. He was busy typing away on his computer, his face nearly 2 inches away from the screen.

"UGH! So annoying. I hate detention, it's such a waste of time. Staring at the wall for 30 minutes straight is not going to make me learn my lesson." I said, taking my eyedrops out of my backpack and handing them to my dad. His eyes were getting a little red from staring at his work for so long.

Or he could have an interesting hobby that I don't know about. Does it smell like weed in here or is it just me?

He graciously took them from me and dropped them into his eyes as I landed on the couch.

Ever since Logan apologized, he hasn't said a single word to me. That boy's ego is way too big to ever admit that he apologized. Honestly, it was kind of nice. It finally felt peaceful at school.

But Logan was the only thing that made detention at least a little bit interesting. We weren't even back to scowling at each other or saying rude comments under our breaths, he just acted like I didn't exist.

Fine by me, it was one less problem I had to deal with.

Really? You don't sound very convincing.

I'm fine. He's an asshole, and I'm fine.

"Maybe if you weren't being disruptive during class, you wouldn't have gotten them. You can't complain when it's your fault honey." Dad responded, laughing at me a little.

"Dad! You're supposed to be on my side!" I whined, shoving my face into a pillow and turning to lay on my stomach.

I heard him sigh and felt the couch sink down a few seconds later. I knew he was about to give me his "do better" speech the second I saw him taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose, sighing.

"Honey, I know how much pressure I put on you but-"

"But you love me and you just want me to have a stable future. School is important, I have so much potential, I'm lucky even to be in this school, blah blah blah. Dad, I know. You give me the same speech every time I breathe wrong. It's one screw up Dad, don't worry it won't happen again." I said, finishing his sentence for him and saving us both time.

"I'm glad you know my speech so well, and that you said screw up instead of the F-bomb. But that's not exactly where I was going this time. I wanted to tell you about a business meeting I have tomorrow, and I can't have you come if you're going to act immature." He said, chuckling. I rolled my eyes and looked at him with a confused expression on my face.

"I don't have to go right? I don't want to talk to stuck up rich Dads and be fake nice to their stupid trust fund baby kids."

"He wants to work with someone who's family oriented, and there's nothing I value more than you. I want you on your best behavior, that means no attitude. Got it, missy?" Dad said playfully, pinching my cheek slightly. I lightly swatted his hand away and huffed.

"Dad please, please, please don't make me go. What if I have a lot of homework and tests! I'll have to stay home and study!" I pleaded. The last time I went to one of these dinners, the trust fund baby tried to one-up everything I said. She was talking down to my dad the whole dinner, convincing her's not to do the deal because I wasn't wearing anything name brand.

She's lucky I didn't tell her dad about her little drug addiction, you could see the white powder under her nose from a mile away. Wasn't there a bag of pills in her purse too?

"We won't be long, I promise. Have you seen Talia? She hasn't come home yet, did she go back to her house?" Dad asked, getting up and sitting in front of his computer again.

"I don't know, I saw her in school today for sure. Let me check her location." I pulled out my phone and clicked on Talia's contact. We share locations, Tal says it's 'just in case a murderer kidnaps us or something.'

The map pops up, her location showing that she was strangely at her house. I clicked on messages and typed a text.

Me: hey why r u at home? did ur parents come back?

"She's at her house." I shrugged. Dad looked up at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

"That's strange, her parents aren't back yet."

My phone vibrated, as if right on cue.

T: not yet chica its a code yellow

I laughed and rolled my eyes, I should have guessed. When Tal has a boy with her, she tells me what the entire situation is with colors. Code green means they're gonna fuck, code yellow means that she doesn't know yet, and code red means 'save me this is boring nothing is happening.' If it's a code red, I have to make up an excuse for her and get her out of there.

"Don't worry Dad, she's fine. She just texted, it's about a boy." We both laughed and brushed it off. Talia with a boy is very normal, as everyone probably knows by now.

As much as I wanted to be worried about Talia and this new guy she was spending so much time with, my mind refused to drift away from Logan. Was I too harsh on him? No, no way. Someone needed to say it, I'd happily do it again.

Do him again? We know you would.

That's not what I meant.

Oh really? So you're not picturing his head in-between your legs right now?

My thighs squeezed together as an image flashed through my mind. I bit down on my lower lip and pictured my hands running through his hair as his tongue-

"You okay honey? What's wrong?" I heard my dad say, ruining the moment.

What a cockblock.

"N-nothing Dad. I'm fine." I lied. I could almost hear Logan's voice in my head mocking me right now.

Nothing? Oh, sweetheart, the heat in-between your legs that you feel right now is definitely not nothing.

AN: Sorry for the filler.