Bad Boy's Secret: Enemies with Benefits Book One (2 page)

Paige's POV

Carmen and Robbie are bickering like normal
as the three of us make our way into the school. I've tried my hardest but the
two of them just can't seem to get along, they don't really hangout unless
they're both with me though so they hopefully don't spend too much time
together. The dumb thing is that they argue about what's for lunch and make it
seem like it's World War III! Once we're actually in the building where other
students start watching, I elbow each other them in the gut.

"You  can knock it off now."
I say, "I have to stop at the office, so I'll see you guys later." I
excuse myself from their madness. I do have to stop pat the office to get stuff
for later. Later as in Jake's tutoring lesson, which I haven't figured out yet
if I'm scared or worried or anything. It will be a new experience I know for
sure, the last time Jake even talked to me let own looked at me was back in
middle school. We had to work together on a science project, in which he
actually was nice to me and he did do the same amount of work I did. I wonder
what changed. Puberty. That's what happened. In middle school he was still Jake
Lincoln the cute jock. But in the year between eighth grade and ninth, puberty
struck him and oh hot damn. Freshman year he wasn't known for being a player or
a manwhore as I call it, but Sophomore year it started. Now it's the third
quarter in our junior year and he just keeps on going.  Why I know all of
this I don't know. It must be from Carmen. I'm not crushing on him, I'm one of the
rare girls here who could care less.  I see him for who he is a manwhore.

Once I have everything from Mr. Wilson, I
bring it all back to my locker and head to French class. I hate having foreign
language first period, but it has its pluses. The teach, Mrs. Jack, pronounced shock,
understand we aren't fully ready to learn such hard things, so she goes slow
and records the lessons to let us bring home if needed. The first bell rings
indicating class is ready, so everyone that's hear quiets down and listens to
the start of the lesson. Once she is done with the lesson she hands out
homework and I get to work. I hate homework, I often times don't have any
because I finish it in class or in study halls. Switching to second period when
the bell goes off for it I stop by my locker to put away my French book, and
grab my water bottle for speech.  I tend to need a lot of water in this
class even though I don't get nervous or anything. I just like being hydrated,
it keeps me focused I guess. Sitting through, my other class mates speeches make
me tired though. I not interested in public speaking, but it counts for a
college credit so I thought I should take it.

Moving on throughout the day, I get more
and more anxious for the tutoring session. I guess I am worried. When the bell
rings in my seventh period study hall I nearly fall out of my chair. I was
really off into my thoughts. Running to my locker to grab my history book, I
notice the locker next to me is already opened, and filled with a bunch of
stuff. From the looks of it though it's not a new kid. I snoop for a second,
trying to see if I can see a name anywhere.

"Can I help you?" a boy asks
behind me, I turn my face turning pink. Oh shit, gosh great start Paige. It's
Jake. The pink fades and I turn white.  "You knew here or something?"
he asks, looking me up and down the way his kind does. I shake off what just
happened, and turn to my locker closing it.

"No. I'm not new here, Jake." I
speak, "Paige.. Easton.. we've gone to the same schools since middle
school." I inform him, and he shakes his head as if I'm not ringing any
bells. Whatever at the moment I could care less, I'm late for class.  I
walk off steaming with anger about the new locker situation. Why would they
move his locker? That's dumb! Why did you have to move Connie? Sliding into my
seat, a  minute late, Mr. Parker doesn't right me up. I've never been late
before, so I'm happy he is letting this time slide. Class goes by way to fast,
and when the bell rings I take my sweet time gathering my things. Maybe he
didn't get my email, and that's why he didn't recognize my name at all. If he
didn't get my email though then he might not show up.

"Hey I told Jake to meet you in the
library." Mr. Parker says, handing me over so more papers for him.

"You said Paige and everything?"
I ask, scratching my eyebrow, he gives me a weird look. "Well we kind f
bumped into each other in the hall. He has no idea who I am..."

"Well, no I didn't actually mention
you. I just reminded him to be there." He sighs, and we walk out of his
room together. "How about super?" He asks, as I start making my way
to the library. "On me at the dinner." He adds.

"If you're buying." I smile, and
wave. We often times have super together, I feel bad for him. With school being
an on campus thing he hasn't really been able to go out and meet people. He has
friends, but I've noticed he doesn't have any girlfriends. It's not my place to
say anything though, it's his life. He is Pat's friend though, so it's not
weird for me to go out with him. Not date go out or anything but as friends. We
are friends. I still remember when I first meet him. That would've been back in
middle school too, I had a crush on most of Pat's friends. Austin AKA Mr.
Parker, and Jason are the only two I really remember ever really liking though.
I remember Ky and David though, and they were alright. I haven't seen and heard
anything about Jason in a while though.  The last thing I remembering
hearing about him was that his parents pulled him from college and sent him
somewhere better. He came from a rich family I assume. Jason also happens to be
my first kiss, and I remember that night clear as day. I almost walk into the
door to the library, and that tells me I need to drop the subject in my head.

I take my seat, and get everything ready.
Checking my phone while waiting, I reply to Robbie telling him I'll have to
rain check on the movie marathon tonight. I don't often times go out with Mr.
Parker, but I can't not say yes when he asks. He is a lot of fun when he isn't
teaching. He is still that party animal he was in college, but he has tamed it
down a lot since, with being a teacher.

"I'm sorry I'm late... I wanted to
grab food fir- Paige?" Jake walks in fifteen minutes late. It seems he
remembers me from an hour and half ago.  "You're my tutor?" He
laughs, grabbing a fry from his to go container from the dinner.

"Why is that funny?" I sit back,
stuffing my phone in my front jeans pocket. Me being his tutor caught him off
guard, I can tell. He is trying to play with me though. I'm on his list of
girls to screw. I wonder where I fall on his numbers though.

"You're hot." He says flatly,
"Hot girls aren't smart." He says leaning forward still checking me
out.

"That's a horrible stereotype." I
yawn, opening up the history book. Flipping to the section in chapter 5 he
needs to read, I slide the book to him. He is still munching his fries and
watching me. "What?" I ask, not liking the whole starring thing.

"Are you seriously my tutor? Cause I
highly doubt it, don't you have like a boyfriend to be with or something?"
He asks, and his eyes narrow. Is this him trying to pull me in? I can't tell,
it's not working though. It's actually pissing me off. He shows up late, and he
won't start his work.

"No, no boyfriend." I admit, and
he smirks. "Would you read please. I do have plans." I lean back,
pulling out my phone again. I open up my kindle app,.

"With a guy?" He keeps interrogating
me. I kick him under the table tired of him already. "She is feisty
too." I role my eyes, pulling my headphones from my book bag. After a
couple minutes, I peek up at him and he is looking down at the history book. I
watch him, and I can see he is having a hard time focusing. He isn't jittery
though, so it's not ADD or ADHD. "I'm not getting this." He sighs,
pushing the book forward slightly.

"Are you not getting it or just not
focusing enough?" I mumble, as he grabs a couple more fries. "Do I
need to read it to you?" I joke around. He rubs his forehead. "Do you
have a reading disorder of some kind or something?" I ask, wondering what's
going on.

"No, I just don't like history."
He smiles, "How about we blow this off and we go swimming or
something." He brings out his smoulder.

"Do you really think skipping is a
good idea?" I ask, pulling out his two papers and showing him I've seen
them. I watch as his face drops, and he looks completely miserable. 
"Besides, if I did skip I wouldn't skip with you."  I say. 
"Now, are you going to do the work, or do I need to read it to you?"
He is quiet, thinking about my question.

"Could you play music or something? I
hate reading in silence." He asks, pulling the book back in. I nod
happily, pulling out my headphones and playing my playlist. After that the next
thirty minutes pass swiftly as he reads. Then I go through a the worksheet with
him, helping him but not giving him the answers. "Well, that was easier than
I thought. I was just gonna throw it away." he smiles, at me. I stand up
from the chair, I moved over closer to him to help.

"Yeah, if you actually read it."
I sigh, gathering my things. "Alright so... same time next week.. is that
okay?" I say pulling my bag over my shoulder.

"How about you give me your
number?" He ask smiles, smoulder rising again. "That way I can get hold
of you anytime." I role my eyes, knowing he would most likely call me to
be his next booty call.

"No, you should have my email." I
say flatly, and he takes a breath.

"Ah come on. You know you want to give
it to me." He says walking next to me towards the door.

"I don't Jake. I barely want you
having my email." I inform him, as the door opens.  "Mr.
Parker." I greet him.

"Hey guys... how'd it go?" He
asks, looking from me to Jake. I shrug my shoulders, it wasn't horrible but it
wasn't great either.  "You got today's assignment done though?"
He asks, and Jake hands it over.  "Paige didn't just give you the
answers did she?" he asks.

"No... I asked her to though." He
sighs, and I nod. I told him no.. obviously.

"Well good." He says, and now
we're all standing outside the library. "Next week same time." He
tells Jake, and he nods waving to us both.  "How did it really
go?" He asks, as we walk slowly behind him.

"Not horrible actually." I admit.
"It was at first, including he showed up fifteen minutes late." I
sigh, and we towards my car. I throw my stuff in the back. "What time are
we going to the dinner?" I ask.

"Hmmm, I don't care. I don't have any
grading to do tonight so anytime." He replies, and his eye wonder over to
the track where the girls are having practice. I elbow him in the gut too, and
he coughs clearing his through looking away.

"I saw that." I say, and he
smiles slightly.

"Just seeing how the team looks that's
all." He laughs.

"Yeah, okay!" I laugh, sitting in
the driver's seat. "We both know why you choose to work at a high school."
I wink at him. I joke around with him about this all the time, how he is only
here to check out girls.

"I told you to keep quiet about
that!" He laughs, and I join in. Then we say our goodbyes, and I head to
the dorm. Going straight to my room again, I set my stuff down and slouch onto
my bed. It feels nice to relax, I'm a little tense from the tutoring session,
and it's only going to get worse or easier. I hope the latter of course. I turn
on the T.V skipping through the channels waiting to hear from Mr. Parker.

Jake's POV

Sitting in my car, I look in the rear view
mirror watching Paige and Mr. Parker. They look like they know each other, they
obviously do know each other. It doesn't look like flirting, but I could be
wrong. The last thing I need is to be brought into any teacher student
relationship drama. Although just makes it more challenging, I'll have to move
Paige up on my list. By next Wednesday we'll know each other all the way. I
smile pulling out of the parking lot, I need to shower and get ready for
tonight. There is party at my dorm tonight, hosted by Wyatt and I.  I
park, walking in and seeing all the crap that's already set up. I laugh at this
school, they know we throw the parties and don't do anything about it. They
also know what goes down at the parties, and they still don't do anything about
it. Meaning drinking, and probably drugs, but I couldn't be for sure on that. I
don't do drugs, I have sports to worry about and apparently a big future
working with my father in our family company. I'm not even completely sure what
the company is, I think electronics like appliances and electricity.

Once everything is set up, I call Logan. He
is the manager at the dinner, and he supplies the alcohol. Yes, the dinner
actually has alcohol. Teachers can go there and also it's a normal restaurant
for people to come and it at. It's weird. When no one answers, I get up. No way
can I throw a party with the drinks! Driving down to the dinner, I go in going
straight up to Logan who is now behind the bar. I was just here earlier for
food, and he said he had it all ready.

"Jake." He greets, slipping a
paper towards me. I look down and it has the price for the drinks, I stuff it
in my back pocket without looking really.

"Is it ready now?" I ask, looking
around making sure there isn't any big supervisors in the building. I still
have to be careful about it. I spot Paige and she isn't alone. Mr.
Parker?  Maybe they are together, that's against school rules though. So
if they were together they wouldn't be out in the open about it for people to
see. "Hey, Logan." I say, caching his attention. "Do they come
often?" I ask, looking in their direction.

"Once a month they come here together.
Apparently he is one of Paige's older brothers friends so they know each other."
He asks then turns the question on me.

"No reason just wondering." I
smirk, and he chuckles. "What?" I ask.

"Yeah that won't happen dude. She won't
even give you her phone number."  He replies, wiping off the counter
even though it looks clean to me.

"I know that, I already asked." I
admit. "Boyfriend or anything?" 

"Not that I know of. Maybe that Robbie
guy who plays baseball.. you know red hair. They come in a lot and they're
friendly very friendly at school."  He says, as we both look over at
the two talking completely oblivious to us. She is hot though, long brown hair
she is tall, but not like weird tall for girls. Smart obviously. Looking my at
her body though, she has perfect curves, and isn't anorexic skinny.  I
mentally move her up on my list.  Then something odd happens. She looks
up, as she sees me. I smile waving, and she rolls her eyes looking back to Mr.
Parker

"Yes, she will be a challenge." I
sigh, and Logan just laughs so more. Then we figure out everything with the
drinks, and say goodbye until later. Heading back, I take care of the drinks
and it's time to let people know there is a party. I send out a mass text to
all the numbers in my phone, and then I plop on the couch next to Wyatt and
wait.

The party is at full blast now, and I feel
bad for the janitor who has to clean up after this. I walk through the kitchen
to Jell-O shots in hand, I look for a target. I spot one, with black hair
dancing in a group with her friends. I watch her a little longer still trying
to see if I'm really interested or not. I see there is a couple brunettes
around her, and a blonde. I can't really see her face very well, with the
lights and dancing. I see her pause in a perfect spot for me to see her face.
She is alright, I let out a breath. So far all the girls tonight seem to only
be okay. Nothing completely interesting. I'm comparing them to Paige, that's a
very bad thing.  I still watch her though, as she smiles, and starts
walking towards me, but she isn't looking at me. I look over, and I slip off
the wall drinking both the shots myself.  It's Paige! I stay there as the
two of them finally get to each other and I listen to their conversation.

"How was Austin?" the girls asks
Paige.

"Mr. Parker." She replies,
"and Fine. How's the party?" She asks, looking out into the crowd. I
scan real quick to wondering if there is someone here she came to be with.

"Fun like usual. It's Jake and Wyatt,
they made sure everything was ready even a bowl of condoms!"  The
girl laughs.

"I don't doubt it!" Paige laughs.
"So have the hosts spotted there girls tonight yet?" She asks, and
some guy walks up to them offering them both drinks. They accept them, and take
the piece of paper he offers. Paige gives it to the girl.

"Not that I know of, I haven't seen either
of them yet." She opens the paper. "He was cute Paige, sure you don't
want this." She offers it to her.

"She doesn't need some number from a
guy who just gave her a beer Carmen, she isn't stupid." Another guy joins
them. Only I know this one, it's Robbie. I do play baseball with him. "Hey
Paige!" He smiles at her, and they hug. I smile, no boyfriend, he is
friendzoned.

I walk away getting bored, and not wanting
to get caught. I head back towards the kitchen wanting something else to drink.
I run into Anne, and she is all over me either pretending to be drunk or
actually is drunk. I pull her off of me, not wanting to have anything to do
with her. She maybe be the schools slut and easiest girl be sure to get action
from but She and Wyatt are Ex's. Even though neither of the really had feelings
for each other it was more of a benefits thing, but they still told people they
were together. I'm surprised with Wyatt, he has been getting better lately.
Actually trying to find a girl friend I think he is crazy. But now that he and
Anne broke things off she is back to me. I'm on the top of her list, sadly.

Later on as people start leaving, because
we start running low on drinks, I hang out and see what girls stuck around. I
see Carmen Paige's friend, she and Wyatt are talking. I role my eyes, and head
out the door searching for fresh air. No one tonight. It was a party even and I
didn't find anyone. That's three weeks without anyone. Tonight I'm sure I
would've found someone if I wasn't being weird and thinking of Paige at the
same time. Speaking of Paige.... though I see leaning against a tree, with her
arms crossed. I walk down towards her, and she is a little tipsy. Maybe I can
coax her.

"Hey whatcha doing out here
alone?" I ask leaning against the tree as well. She looks at me, as if she
doesn't recognize me. I let her think about it a second, watching as her eyes
size me up. It makes me laugh yet uncomfortable. Girls never need to check me
out, they just take one glance and swoon but not her.

"Jake." She says, without
slurring or anything. Maybe she isn't drunk? "No girl tonight?" She
smiles, and I still can't tell.

"Hmmm only if you say no." I
smile at her and she just roles hers eyes again. Then closes them and lays her
head against the tree.

"Nope!" She smiles with her eyes
closed still, and pops the P. "You're not my type anyways." She adds
looking  behind her.

"Waiting for someone?" I ask,
trying to still coax her.

"Yes." She replies, reaching up
and picking  leave off the tree. She tears it apart, not saying anything
else on the matter.

"Well, you sure are something
else." I tell her and her cheeks turn pink.

"What is that supposed to mean?"
She looks up at me, amused yet not. I chuckle seeing that the alcohol she did
consume as lower her inhibition level.

"You're not swooning at the sight of
me." I say looking down at her, and she scoffs pushing away from the tree.

"I'm not interest... at all so there isn't
a reason to swoon." She informs me, and I give her an oh really look. She
just nods. "Oh.. well there is Robbie. See you next Wednesday." then
she walks off, and I can see her relax. I made her tense. She was nervous. So I
do have some effect of her. Well, Paige you'll being seeing me earlier then
Wednesday next week.