Enemies with Benefits

Enemies with Benefits

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When fiery, ambitious Taylor Reed first crossed paths with icy, aloof Olivia Hart during their sophomore year of high school, it was instant disdain. Taylor was the school's debate team captain, known for her unfiltered mouth and competitive streak. Olivia, a most valuable volleyball team captain, effortlessly elegant, with a mind like a scalpel and a reputation for never losing-not academically, not in sports. They were the kind of people who couldn't breathe the same air without tension crackling between them. Their rivalry was legendary-petty fights, biting remarks in the hallways, and one unforgettable scene during the regional talent show training when Taylor accidentally read Olivia's diary, nearly exposing a hidden vulnerability Olivia had never meant to share. In Olivia's eyes, Taylor was chaotic and attention-hungry. In Taylor's eyes, Olivia was heartless and too perfect to be real. A college scholarship was offered to Taylor, only if she agrees to work for the mayor's re-election campaign-a position she had to take because it was either that or waste the scholarship offer for her journalism program. Olivia, meanwhile, was asked to help her politically powerful aunt with PR optics during the same campaign. A viral photo captures them in what looks like a flirtatious moment-Olivia accidentally catching Taylor as she slipped on wet concrete outside the office, "Campaign Cuties?", "Is the Mayor's Office Queer-Friendly Now?", and-critically-donors begin flocking to the campaign, praising its "modern values." In a desperate move to control the narrative, Olivia's aunt proposes a ridiculous plan: Taylor and Olivia will pretend to be in a relationship-just until election night. A clean, professional charade. They both refuse. But then, circumstances made it harder not to accept it. They both cave. As when the line between pretense and reality begins to blur. Kisses meant for the cameras linger too long, that's when the truth hits.
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"Are you sure you're okay, sweetie?" she asks. I take the ice pack back. I nod, but it hurts. My brain feels jostled by the littlest movements. "Yeah," I gasp, holding in any acknowledgment of pain. "I'm fine. Thanks." She glances down, and I catch her eyeing my bruised shins. They took the brunt of the impact. "Football," I explain. She nods. "That's a rough sport," she says. A pause. She walks back to her desk. Then, she stops. She turns around. She looks me in the eyes. Her face is solemn. "Hit 'em harder," she instructs. I nod and almost smile. "I will." *********************************************** It's 1998, and seventeen-year-old Stephanie "Stevie" Rogers is attempting the unthinkable: she wants to be the first female football player at Truman High. Too bad the team, headed by her ex and a sexist coach, won't let it happen. Then of course there's her sexist step-dad, who can't know she's playing football or her life as she knows it would end. If it weren't for her cute guitar-playing best friend, Calvin, all hope might be lost. But with his help, and the discovery of a secret so scandalous it could rock the entire school, she may finally get her time under the stadium lights. *************************************************************************** "You're outnumbered. You need allies if you're gonna survive the season. These guys are gonna have your back. You need them." "I don't need anyone," I insist. "Ha," he hiccups. "Yes, actually, you do." He ploinks me on the nose. I scowl. "No one is invincible." I continue to scowl. He sighs. "Just trust me on this one. Okay?" My face softens a little. He's just trying to help. "Fine," I comply. "But don't expect me to smile about it." He grins. "That's too bad. You're pretty when you smile." "Shut up."

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