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"Ivy, I can hear you moving. Open up," I heard the impatience in Rose's voice.

I was currently paralyzed underneath Brody's body. I glanced up at him to find his head tilted towards the door panic itched in his features and I too felt the same.

If Rose walked in on the scene right now we both would most likely lose our limbs.

"You annoying poop open up,"

Did she just refer to me as a feces?

Shut up brain - there are other important issues to worry about.

For example, the fact your arch-nemesis/fuck buddy is now laying on top of you whilst your best friend, who has a massive crush on said arch-nemesis/fuck buddy is outside your door minutes away from barging in and ripping your heads off your shoulders.

That brain is a real issue.

"If you don't open up I'm just going to come in anyway,"

Oh shit.

Right I needed to figure out an escape plan. Quick. I knew Brody wouldn't be able to make it out of the room and onto my balcony in time without catching Rose's attention. I also knew he did not possess the ability to teleport so that was out of the equation.

So the only rational solution I could come up with was to hide him.

Hiding place being under my bed.

My wardrobe was so consumed by clothes his annoyingly bulky frame would not be able to fit inside. At least if he's under my bed he can curl up into the fetal position and pray to God to not be caught.

"Ivy gosh what's taking so long?"

Without letting any time pass I brought my palms up and shoved a stunned Brody back, his feet stumbling on the ground resulting in him having to hold onto my wooden draws to regain himself.

His face masked confusion and terror and I would be surprised if he did not pee himself.

"Get under the bed," I hissed gesturing to space underneath me.

"What?" He exclaimed and I shushed him afraid that Rose could hear this conversation and was already planning our deaths.

"Brody get under the bed or I will make you,"

"Are you fucking insane?"

"No I'm not but if she finds us you'll witness what insane is, now get your fat head under the bed,"

"My heads not fat," A look of genuine hurt flashed across his face and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. This was not the time to elaborate on his head size insecurities.

"Brody please," I groaned quietly trying to plead with him.

"Okay," he let out an exaggerated breath and began to crouch down and crawl under my double bed muttering curse words under his breath.

When I was satisfied that you could no longer see him I cleared my throat and called out for Rose. I sat on the edge of my bed and quickly wrapped the towel from earlier around my head.

It didn't take long for the door to swing open revealing an extremely irritating blonde.

"What have you been doing for the last ten minutes that has caused you to lose the will to speak?" Rose barked entering my room and narrowing her eyes at me.

"I was in the shower," I lied my heart pounding in my chest as Rose neared towards the bed.

Just do not breath Brody.

"Right," She eyed me suspiciously for a few moments and I shifted in my seat crossing my ankles trying hide the panic inside of me. I kept thinking she knew all along about Brody and was waiting for me to tell her.

Surprisingly, her face swiftly changed from annoyance to excitement as she launched herself onto my bed causing the springs to rattle. I mentally cringed knowing Brody was currently situated underneath us and would probably feel the effect of her dive.

As long as he's silent there's nothing to worry about.

"I came here for a reason," She sat up from amongst my blankets a wide grin appearing on her face. I couldn't help but feel creeped out by it. It reminded me of Hannibal Lector.

"And that is?"

Before I could prepare myself she began to throw a stream of words in my direction "So basically Zoe Young, you know the head cheerleader, she's kind of a bitch, well I heard her talking in Maths today about Craig and how he's totally hung up on me and was asking a few of his guy friends on what to do and one of his guy friends happens to be you know who," She wiggled her eyebrows at me and I responded with a blank stare, unsure as to where she was heading with this monologue "And basically Mr beautiful said to Craig that he should leave me alone because I'm too hot for him. Can you believe it?"

My forehead crinkled in confusion as her words registered in my head. I had no clue what she was referring to and I also had no idea why she felt that this information was so important that she had to charge over to my home and interrupted my free time.

My free time being with Brody.

I scratched my cheek before focusing my attention on my mentally insane friend "What are we actually talking about here?"

"Brody," She said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, which if I'm honest probably was. I just had for a split second forgot that fact. I secretly had hoped she'd grown out of that crush so I felt less of a shitty friend.

"Brody said that?" A slight movement under my bed caught my attention and the sudden remembrance of the elephant in the room caused the color to drain from my face.

Brody was here.

He could hear this conversation.

Shit.

Oblivious to my change of emotion Rose carried on, "Yes, I was so surprised. I thought after the party he thought I was ugly or something but now when I think of it he probably doesn't want to sleep with me because he likes me and doesn't want me to be just another one of his sluts that he sleeps with,"

Ouch.

Her words caused me to internally winced. It felt as if she'd taken a salted blade and stabbed me in the gut. She was indirectly calling me a whore and had no idea she was doing it.

"I'm sure that's it," I said through gritted teeth as I resisted the urge to curse. It wasn't the fact she thought Brody liked her, if he did all for him, it was the fact she had the audacity to say every girl that he sleeps with is a whore.

Wasn't she only a week ago trying to sleep with him?

Since when did Rose become a hypocrite.

"Will you ask him?" Rose's question brought me out of my daze and I found myself raising a brow in confusion at what she was suggesting.

"Ask him what?"

"Whether he likes me,"

For a while, I searched her features for a trace of a joke, or whether she had serious mental issues. She knew my relationship with him or so she thought. I was the last person on earth Brody would admit his feelings to.

Her eyes were filled with desperation and I couldn't help but pity her for falling for him. At least I knew that Brody's and I's relationship were strictly sexual. I didn't have any delusions that we'd run off into the sunset together.

I secretly wanted to say 'Ask him yourself' then pull Brody out from under my bed by his ankles, but I knew that would provoke World War Three, so I did what any best friend would do.

I lied.

"Sure I will ask him,"

Her eyes beamed with happiness which only made my stomach sink with guilt and before I could protest she grabbed my shoulders pulling me into a tight hug that cut off all my oxygen supply.

"You are the best friend ever," She smiled into my hair and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying.

I'm the worst friend ever Rose.

•*•*•*

"You have anything you like to ask me, Ivy?" Brody sat on my desk chair, his arms crossed against his chest. The playfulness had been wiped clean from his expression and what was left was darkness.

"I..Uh..I," I stammered and tried to not openly squirm under his scrutiny.

As soon as Rose had left Brody didn't spare any time getting out from under the bed with a look of thunder plastered across his face.

He had heard everything Rose had said and I knew he was disappointed that I hadn't mentioned her crush to him. I didn't know his exact reasoning for being disappointed but I assumed it was because, like me, he did have a conscience and felt bad for sleeping with the best friend of the girl who crushed on him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, his brows pressed together and his lips in a firm line. 

"Because it wasn't my secret to tell," I wanted to pinch myself for using such a petty excuse to justify myself.

"It involves me you should have told me," He sighed, furiously rubbing at his temple and leaning against my desk.

"I know," I said so quietly, I'm surprised he had heard me. I looked down at my feet which were pressed into the carpet.

"Do you like me?"

His question made my head snap up.

"Do I like you?" I repeated his question, almost shocked to hear the words coming out of my mouth.

"Yes, is the reason you didn't tell me about Rose is because you like me more than just friends?"

My eyes widened, "Are you insane?"

He flinched at the abruptness and laughed bitterly, "Of course you don't that's such a silly question,"

"I'm sorry to hurt your pride," The words soured in my mouth, "But this has nothing to do with liking you. It was just sex, you know that?"

"Yeah because liking me is such a bad thing," He said so quietly I thought for a second I might have imagined it.

"I know this isn't the most ideal situation," I said and let out a huff of breath, "But I was going to tell you,"

"Then why didn't you tell me sooner?" He exclaimed he was mad, madder than I thought he should be.

I wanted to believe his feelings were beyond Rose but I wasn't too sure.

"I didn't tell you because," I stopped myself short and placed my hands on my face and groaned. I had no idea why I didn't tell him, I should have but I didn't.

And what he had said next stunned me.

"I don't think this is a good idea,"

"What?" My eyes widened and I could feel my heart hammering in my chest.

He wasn't suggesting what I think he was suggesting was he?

"I don't think this is a good idea," He said again, this time he couldn't quite meet my eyes.

"Are you aware that I tried to do this not too long ago and you wouldn't let me?" The frustration was evident. I had to dig my feet further into the carpet to stop myself from fly kicking him in the face.

He looked up at me, his sheepish eyes hidden behind his thick lashes, "I know you did but this time is different,"

"Different how?" I quirked a brow.

He let out a sigh and ran his hands through his hair, "There's feelings involved Ivy, your best friends feelings,"

"Oh please don't act like you weren't aware of these feelings before you got with me. Rose has been obvious for years," I snorted. I didn't want to be made out to be the bad guy, I was wrong but so was he.

He looked at me for a second before responding, I could see his brain going into overdrive, "I don't think we should carry on with whatever we were doing, it was stupid to start it in the first place, and now I know your best friend likes me, it's not a good idea, even I'm not that heartless"

He hadn't said I was but I knew he was directing that last bit at me.

He was suggesting I was heartless for continuing this deal fully knowing my friends' feelings.

Maybe I was.

I knew Rose's feelings and decided to carry on being with Brody. I knew I was being selfish but not heartless. How could he even put me in that category?

I'll show him how heartless I can be.

I clamped my jaw and sucked in a deep breath through my nose to calm the heat swirling in my chest. I felt rejected, my pride was crushed and I felt irritated that I even felt anything at all.

Even though my feelings towards him were purely sexual based, it's never nice for someone to decline you.

A sudden remembrance that this was the guy I had hated since childhood surged through me and I felt disgusted that I had ever allowed him to be close to me. I was deluded to ever accept his offer. It was all because I allowed my hormones to consume me rather than thinking rationally.

Well, now I saw everything so clear.

"You are right, I had no idea what came over me to ever be with you, after all, we hate each other, don't we? Well, I can't speak for you but I sure as hell know I can't stand you. Let's learn from this mistake and never do it again shall we?" It took all I had to keep my voice stable whilst butterflies, moths and the whole of bugs life exploded inside me.

I knew I was taking it too far, I saw it in the way Brody recoiled from my abruptness. He had genuine hurt etched across his features and I had caused it.

Did I feel guilty? Yes.

Would I admit it out loud? No.

I had let the words stream out of my mouth and there's no way I could take them back.

Brody composed himself masking his face with emptiness and I instantly missed the emotion he once portrayed, this look made my skin run cold.

"Yes, it was a massive mistake to ever spend time with you,"

And with one last hateful glance, he stalked out onto the balcony and disappeared into the night.

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