Enemies with Benefits, KiKi XoXo [reading books for 4 year olds .txt] 📗

moms who are the best people in the world. "It's nice to see you baby, how was grandma's?" 

 

"It was good." He replies, and my smile grows. She called him baby and he didn't say anything. "We picked up a straggler." he replies.

 

"Oh..?" She sounds confused. "Oh!" She says, and I hear noises come from the kitchen. I take another deep breath, and step around Jake. Her eyes goes from Jake to me and then back to Jake and back to me. They stop on me. Oh shit. "Why you're beautiful." she says wiping her hands on her apron. 

 

"Thank you." I say, glancing at Jake. Gosh what should I say? "The food smiles amazing." I say, taking a quick sniff. It really does smell great. 

 

"Well thank you!" She smiles walking towards us. Her eyes taking me in, I think she is trying to see if I'm aprovable. It's making me nervous. What if she hates me? "Gosh you're very pretty." She says whiping her eyes at Jake, and back at me. What was that? 

 

"Alright, well I'm going finish giving Paige a tour... just call for us when you're ready." Jake says, roling his eyes. 

 

"It was nice to meet you Mrs. Lincoln." I say giving her a quick nod and wave. 

 

"You too, darling." She smiles at me, and then Jake gestures for me to follow him.  Then I get shown the dining room,  and living room. Then a library and a study, which aparently aren't the same things. After that we head upstairs, and he points out bedrooms and more odd and end rooms. 

 

"That's Jayla's room.." He points, and then look at the other side of the hall. "That's my brothers, but he wont be here tonight." I'm guessing he is happy about his brother not being here. "It's nice knowing he can't steal you away the first time you're at me house." He says, wraping an arm around my waste. I let out a slight laugh. 

 

"He wouldn't have been able to anyways."  I whisper, "Now.. where is your room?" I ask, trying to cheer him up. He looks down at me, and I catch his eyes looking towards a door further down the hall. I walk out of his arms towards his room. He follows behind me slowly. I grab the door opening it. I stand looking inside, wow. "You're room is cleaner then mine." I frown. The room is  white carpeted, with a royal blue and wood wall panelling. Dark oak wood furniture, and a brown leather couch facing a flat screen T.V with what looks like an Xbox under it on the coffee table thing. An apple desktop computer on the desk, and a home phone line in his room as well. 

 

"Can we play?" I ask, walking toward the couch and T.V. "I'm horrible, but I love playing!"

 

"You serious? You want to play a video game?" He asks, I and stand with my hands on my hips looking at his games. I pull out Call of Duty World at War, it's one of the older games, but for some reason it's my favorite.  "Okay.." He sighs, I hand him over the game, and plop on the couch. We play for a while on Nazi Zombies, of course he has to revive me couple times, but he doesn't seem to mind. Then we go to multi player, and try killing each other.  After I kill him a couple of times in a row I know something is up, and I peek over at him. He is watching me, not even holding his controler.

 

"Aw! None of those count!" I pout.

 

"When you're really consentrating, you stick out your tongue did you know that?" he asks, smiling. He's been watching me a while, I turn looking back at the screen.  Damn, I just thought I was getting better! "It's cute." He  chuckles. 

 

"I thought I was getting good, you jerk!" I say, trying to not laugh. He just smiles more, shaking his head. "What?" I ask, getting up and turning off the game and putting away the controlers. 

 

"You." He says, and I turn giving him an un-understanding look. "You like video games, you're smart, and you're funny, and talented." He says, leaning forwards on the couch still. 

 

"Ah," I stutter unsure how to respond.  

 

"You have no idea, how attractive you are and how you just fit in with the guys, and you're like one of those girls who chooses to not be popular even though you could be."  He stands now, and is walking towards me. 

 

"I don't like being the center of attention." I say, "It's why I don't like the part of Megera." 

 

"You're so good at it though!" He says. I smirk at him.

 

"You're not so bad yourself Hades." I smirk at him, and he shakes his head. "Seriously though, you're good at it." I say walking away from him, and looking at some of the pictures hanging on the walls. Purposelly moving away from him. I don't want to get to close to him, I want to keep my hair and clothes nice and un ruffled.  The phone on his desk rings, and it makes me jump.  He answers it. 

 

"We'll be right down." Jake says and hangs up the phone. "Super is ready." He says, I let out breath. Time to sit down with his family, and eat a meal. I hope I'm not one of those anoyying eaters. I've never been told I am, but who knows! Why am I worried about how I eat? I should be worried about what the hell we're all going to talk about. Mostly Jake and the tutoring sessions I'm sure, and I semi hope.

 

Following Jake back downstairs, and to the dining room, we both get seated. He is as nervous as I am, and that worries me.   I smile at Jayla who is directly across from me at the table, and I see Mr. Lincoln will be at my end of the table, and Mrs. Lincoln at the other end.  There is another open plate, but tonight it is going to be empty, I assume their brother would be sitting there, but he isn't here. Then everyone is sitting down, and the meal begins. things start off quiet and peaceful, then once we all have food on our plates, the questions begins. 

 

"So, Paige do you tutor other students  as well?" Mr. Lincoln asks, and I'm relieved it is along the lines of tutoring. I was hoping there wouldn't be personal questions, so I'll keep my fingers crossed. 

 

"No, actually." I say, looking from Mr. Lincoln to his wife. "Mr. Parker and the principle offered tutoring him to me, because I have to the highest history grade." I inform them, then look down at my plate. Jeepers I hope that didn't sound wrong, I'm not trying to rub in that I have a better grade or anything! 

 

"Good, only the best will do for my son." Mrs. Lincoln says, and I catch the look in her eyes. She isn't just talking abou tutoring. She means way more, and from the looks of it I'm not coming up to parr. Well shit! I mean to them we aren't even together, but we are secretly. 

 

"You're doing a great job so far." Mr. Lincoln speaks next, and I'm surprised he said that. Jake is alwasy talking about how he is the more difficult one to work with, so far he is the nicest.  I also pick up on the look he sends his wife, and I just look at my plate of food. I don't think this dinner was just about tutoring.  I glance at Jake, and he rubbing his eyes seeing everything as well I assume. "Do you have any plans after high school?" I look back up to Mr. Lincoln. Personal questions, great. 

 

"Actually I do." I say, not wanting to lie. "I'm unsure exactly what college, but I would like to become a teacher, major in American History actually." I smile, thinking about being a teacher when I'm older. 

 

"So you like kids then?" Mrs. Lincoln asks, and Jake busts into a coughing fit. "Have some water dear." is all his mother says to him. 

 

"I.. ah yes, I do like children." I reply, unsure by where she is going with this now. "I hope I'll have some of my own, once I'm out of college and have a nice career started." I add, trying to get the personal questions to stop. 

 

"Good for you dear." Mrs. Lincoln smiles at me. A real happy smile. She likes my response. I glance at Jake again, and he is looking across the table at Jayla. I look from each of the family members trying to figure out what exactly is going on.  I only confuse myself more, and I give up going back to my food. Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln carry out a normal conversation on how their days went, and they talk about plans for tomorrow. 

 

Once we've all eaten and desert is served it seems, everyone is calmed down. We all talk about different things now, like weather, and the rest of our plans for break. All the awkwardness is gone, and Mrs. Lincoln seems to like me. Jayla brings up the musical, and that starts a long conversation about Jake not telling them about his part. A bunch of congradulations, and plans to come and watch are thrown out on the table. I just smile and go with it, not wanting to upset them. I wonder what they think is going on. Do they think Jake and I are a couple? They must think something around that line, otherwise they wouldn't have asked some of those questions right? Weird thing is though Jake hasn't really talked to me since dinner started. Yeah we've both been in the same conversation, but he hasn't spoken directly to me, let alone even looked at me. Something is wrong or up. 

 

I try catching his attention a couple of times while, helping with cleaning up but he seems dead set on not communicating with me. So it must be something I said or did. I think back on everything I said and did, I can't think of anything that was to out of line, and his parents seem hay with me... so I wonder what's bugging him. I go over and help help him with the dishes, while his parents are in the room talking for a moment, and I try to talk to with him. 

 

"What's going on?" I ask, handing him a plate. He takes the plate, looking at me for a moment. Then he slips the plate into the dishwasher. "Jake seriously." I say, unsure if I should be mad or worried. The door bell rings, and we both look in the direction of the front door. 

 

"I'll get it." He says loud enough for his parents to hear. I watch him with disbelief as he leaves me in the kitchen. What in the hell? Should I follow him or just stay here. I assume stay here since he didn't ask me to come with or speak to me even. So he is mad .. and he is mad at me. I lean against the counter, rubbing my forehead with the back of my hand. I pull my phone out of the pocket in my dress checking to see if I have any messages, which I don't, and I set it on the counter.  I look at the dishes next to me, and I start loading the rest of them. 

 

"You don't have to do that, Paige." Mrs. Lincoln comes in. 

 

"Oh I don't mind. I'd feel bad if I did nothing." I respond, smilling shyly at her. She gives me a warm smile, and she helps out with the rest of the dishes. "If you don't mind me asking.." I break the silence, and she looks at me from the sink. "Did I say something.. or do something that upset Jake?" I ask.  Maybe she will know. 

 

"No, gosh no dear. It's not you he is