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

Chapter 8- Slutty Brownies

Paige's POV

 

I finish tying my shoe, and stand up leaving the dorm and stretching out my arms. It's six in the morning on Sunday, no one else will be up so I will be able to run in piece. Every Sunday I actually get up at six and go for a run. It calms me, and gets me back into focus for school. Tomorrow I have to tutor Jake as well, I'm gonna need to be calm for that.  I jog from my dorm to the horse barn, which is a mile there and back. So two miles. I pass by all of the girl dorms, on my way towards the horses, and once I get to the barn  I stop and look out at all the horses. Some are grazing and others are doing nothing. When I decide to head, back I jog again. Three fourths of the way there my shoe comes on tied, so I stop, putting foot up against a tree to retie it.  I start up again at slower pace, I look over at the dorms, everything is so peaceful. No lights on, no loud noises. It sounds and looks like it was a calm night. I see the dorm next time mine, and I see the door open. I wonder who else is up there early? When Jake slips out, I stop jogging. He pulls his sweat shirt on and I  take a breath, turning up my ipod. God, of course it wasn't a calm night. Jake had to have a girl! I  slip over to the other side of the street, no way do I want him to see me. I continue running. I'm now mad, and no where close to calm. But why am I mad? 

 

I thought better of him. But why? It's not like he is going to change for me, why would he since we're aren't even really friends. I wonder who it was.. I know that's Carmen's dorm, I wonder who else is all in there. Then I see the door open again and Wyatt comes out. Oh god Carmen. I role my eyes, and cross the street again. I'm at my dorm, I go inside and shower getting ready for the day. What will I do? 

 

"Thanks for calling." I say to Robbie, as we leave the resturaunt. He called me around two o'clock asking if I would like to go out to eat with him and then practice play lines. 

 

"No problem, so... who's place?" he asks, and I shrug I could careless.  "Do you have your book even?" he asks. I nod, pulling it out. "Well, then.. how about mine."  I nod sounds good. He pulls in and we go up to his room together, we practice lines for a good two hours and then we lose focus. "Well that was a good practice while it lasted!" he sighs, tossing his book on his desk. I laugh agreeing with him. 

 

"How are you songs coming along?" I ask, wondering if he has practiced them at all. I know I haven't. I only have one song anyways, but I haven't even listened to the recording Mrs. Oliver emailed me.

 

" I've listened to the recordings, but that's about it. I have a private lessong with her, tomorrow after school so she can work on them with me. I nod that sounds like a good idea. "I love how you say that line introducing yourself to Herc! You do it perfectly." He says. 

 

"Megera, my friends call me Meg, at least they would if I had any friends. So did they give a name along with all those rippling pectorals?" I quote my line. Its the only I have memorized. 

 

"Perfect!" He sighs, and messes up my hair. I get up laughing and going to his bathroom to fix my hair. I come out checking the clock, it's nine now.  "What to do on a Sunday night.." He sighs, and I nod. Now what? "Oh I know! I have all the ingrediants for you two make those brownie things, you should make them for me!" He smiles. 

 

"Fine."I say and we head down to the kitchen. I seen this recipe called Slutty Brownies on the web a while ago and decided to make them. They are so good! All you do is take chocolate chip cookie dough, and put it in the bottom of the brownie pan, then put one layer of oreos on it,and then the brownie batter. Cook it for however long the brownie batter calls for and then it's done! 

 

As I spread out the cookiedough, which is the hardest part to do, I listen to Robbie practicing his line. His dorm is kind of dead tonight, everyones trying to get there homework done I'm guessing. I take the package of oreos away from him, scolding him for eating them, and I lay out the oeros one by one. Then I mix up the brownie mix. 

 

"Hey, so what time do I need to be there Tuesday?" He asks, dipping his finger in the batter. I take the bowl away then, I always let him have the bowl once I get most of the batter out anyways. I spread the batter, and then pop it in the oven. Robbie always pre heats it for me, I forget. "Hmm I'll be right back. Potty break!" 

 

"To much information." I reply, as he leaves the room. I set the bowl down on the table, and start cleaning up and putting things away. 

 

"Awww Paige cooking for me?" Jake's voice chuckles behind me. I turn and see him swipe his finger through the bowl. "I do love brownies." he adds, smirking at me. 

 

"Cooking yes. For you specifically no." I sigh, unsure if I should take the bowl away. Robbie wont be happy, but I guess he is just out of luck. Besides, he doesn't need to eat a bunch of sweets now. He needs to keep figure for the musical anyways. 

 

"Oh. You wound me!" he says placing a hand over his heart. I laugh, grabbing an oreo from the package before putting them away. I sit down across from Jake, who is now sitting, and I break it so I can lick the cream off first. "Oh my god what are you doing to that poor cookie?" He asks, setting the bowl down. 

 

"Eating it." I reply, and he shakes his head. "This is the correct way to eat an oreo, nutball." I  smile and so does he. 

 

"You don't look like you eating it though. More like...  trying to get into it's pants." He says, lookig down at his phone. 

 

"You're just jealous this cookie is getting more action from me then you are." I sigh, and he nods. 

 

"Yes, that's sadly true. I congradulate the cookie."  He smirks at me, my cheeks heat, and I look away. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna try anything." He adds, and I stand checking the brownies in the oven. "So what are you making that needs oreos and brownie mix.

 

"Slutty  Brownies." I smile at him. Ironic. He should like this. "Ever had one?" He now narrows his eyes at me seeing I'm making a joke of him. 

 

"Nope. I'll gladly try one." He sits up and crosses his arms, in a business like way. 

 

"They're not done yet." I sigh. "You're gonna have to wait... something I'm sure you aren't used to." I say wiping of the counter, and I hear him scoff.  

 

"I'm a patient man when I want to be, Ms. Easton." he says, I turn meeting his eyes. We lock our gazes and my stomach clenches in a good way. He is giving me butterflies! Jake Lincoln giving me btterflies?! I turn away, and finish the counter, mentally yelling at myself. Don't show him any interest, or he'll get mixed signals.

 

"I highly doubt that." I reply clearing my throat. Although, what on Earth does he have to be patient for? If he asks for something I'm sure almost everyone around him will stop at nothing until he gets it.

 

"Well, maybe you should get know me better.. then you will know for yourself." He says quietly lossing his cocky edge. I take a drink from my water, totally confused. What's going on right now? Is this just playful banter, or are we actually flirting?

 

"I think I know you pretty good already." I say, still purposely not facing him. I remember this morning. He left the girls dorm.

 

"Oh?" he questions. "What exactly do you think you know?" He whispers, and it sends shivers up my spine. Now he is doing this on purpose. 

 

"I know, you come fom a rich family." I start. "And your one of the schools top athletes. I also happen to know you're fai-"

 

"What do you really no about me though." He whispers right behind me now. I take a deep breath. How did I not hear him move? I want to see exactly how close he is, I want to know what he is doing! Does he think he will break me like this? 

 

"I know you use girls, and don't ever consider there feelings." I reply, turning so I'm facing him. He is right there behind me. We are maybe two or three inches apart. He is looking down at me, his expression blank. We stand like this for what seems like years, staring at each other unmoving. 

 

"What if that isn't really me?" He asks, lifting a hand and tucking some of my hair behind me ear. I can't tell if he is serious or not! 

 

"Why are you asking." I reply, and the kitchen fills with tension and the smell of brownies. They're probably done now. I gain my confidence and brush past him, taking the brownies out. 

 

"Reasons." He whispers. At that moment Robbie walks in, and he looks from Jake to me. "Well, I'll get going.." Jake says, and leaves the kitchen. I can feel myself relax, god that was intense. 

 

"You let him lick the bowl.." Robbie takes notice to the bowl in the sink, "What did he want?" he asks. 

 

"Just some advice on drama." I sigh, "Here dig in." I hand him a small desert plate with a brownie on it. I sit thinking about Robbie's question. What did Jake want. I don't know for sure myself. I haven't figured out if I was flirting with him yet. I must've been. If I have to think about it,  must've. I scratch my forehead. I'm giving him total ixed signals. Well, no I'm not.  Because I assume he know I wont just sleep with him. So if he  ever wants to go there we'll have to date or something- DATE? Jake doesn't do the dating thing, hence why he uses girls! 

 

"You sure?" Robbie asks before he takes a bite. "You look pretty distracted." 

 

"Yeah, I'm fine." I say. "But I'm tired. See ya tomorrow?" He nods. I grab my things from his room, and go back to my dorm. Not wanting tomorrow. I don't understand anything that just happened. I need to sleep and get a clear mind about everything.

Chapter 9- Warning.