Song Above: French Kisses - Aitch & ZieZie

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"Let me get this straight you want to be friends with benefits?"

I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth as I stared wide-eyed at a completely serious-faced Brody.

"Enemy with benefits," He was quick in correcting me, "We aren't friends,"

"State the obvious why don't you?" I muttered as I slowly shook my head. I frowned at the floor as I thought about how crazy this all sounded.

I could not comprehend what he was attempting to suggest. I was patiently waiting for him to burst out laughing and taunt me for thinking he was being serious. To my dismay that was yet to happen.

Had Brody finally lost his mind?

As he stated so kindly we were enemies. We had more murderous thoughts towards each other rather than sexual ones. It was still mortifying that I had let our relationship go this far.
Brody and I were polar opposites. We were not compatible whatsoever. Having him as close as humanly possible last night was a massive spanner in the works.

So why would be want to further this drunken mistake?

Was he still drunk?

I eyed his dishevelled morning appearance. His eyes were bright and his mouth held in a firm line as stared intently at my face. I couldn't pinpoint any signs that indicated that he was still intoxicated.

But then he was an expert.

The only reasonable explanation was that our sexual encounter had ignited something within him.  If I was being honest it had for me. It was the first time I'd been touched in such away.

He made my body explode in complete pleasure and bliss. I'd be a fool to reject his offer. Of course, our interactions would solely consist of using each other for our own sexual advantages. I've seen the movies. I understood how it worked.

I just couldn't help this nagging feeling at the back of my head that told me that accepting his offer would be a train wreck waiting to happen.

After all what kind of friend would I be to Rose if I slept with her crush behind her back?

I already felt like a complete and utter idiot for letting it happen in the first place. Repeating the action would be like pouring salt in open wounds.

My selfish side that appeared from deep in the wretches of my brain told me that it could work well in my favour. Using Brody for pleasure would be the emotional and physical release that I needed. I'd spent so long trying to put others before myself, it was time I focused on me for a change.

The devil on my shoulder said it was the right move, whilst the angel told me it would be my biggest regret.

It wasn't like I'd fall in love with him.

He wouldn't fall in love with me either.

Strangling him accidentally would be more likely to happen than that fact.

Brody wasn't capable of falling in love and I wasn't capable of loving Brody. His existence annoyed me more than anything. I wouldn't dream of having him as a permanent factor in my life.

Using him was a different story.

As I thought about the offer more and more the idea seemed to appeal to me. I had to take a moment to question my sanity, seeing as this was my enemy we were talking about for God's sake. Pre last night, if you had mentioned the fact I would be considering sleeping with Brody I would have called you mentally defiant and told you to get out of my face.

Life moves in strange directions.

And I already knew the path I was willing to take.

"It doesn't have to be a big deal Ivy," Brody's husky voice brought me out of my daze and I turned my attention to his face. His eyes zoomed in on my face scrutinizing my features in concentration. He was trying to figure out my thoughts.

"You won't tell anyone?" I had no idea why that was the first question that popped into my head. I guess I was slightly worried he'd blurt our proposal to his stupid friends and they'd tell their friends and it would get back to Rose.

A small smirk reached Brody's lips as he lightly shook his head "No I wouldn't tell a soul,"

I nodded in response and leaned against the headboard focusing my attention on the spiral pattern on the ceiling "No feelings?"

I heard him scoff "You wish Jones,"

Ignoring his comment I continued "No jealousy?"

"I think that links in with the feelings,"

I rolled my eyes "Just stop being so infuriating and agree with me you baboon,"

He let out a frustrated sigh and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him rubbing the side of his face with his palm letting out a few curses under his breath.

Eventually, he spoke "I agree with you, no jealousy,"

"We can date other people?" I turned to face him this time watching as he raised a brow at my question.

"Do you want to date other people?" I was surprised by his retaliation. I expected him to be thrilled that I suggested we didn't have to be with only each other.

After all who was Brody Jackson without his long list of conquests.

I casually shrugged "Paul Wesley might knock on my door one day and ask me to be his,"

His face scrunched up in confusion "Who's Paul Wesley? Does he go to our school?"

I mentally cringed at his lack of knowledge of popular teen fiction Actors. I decided I wouldn't delve into the world of The Vampire Diaries knowing it was like trying to explain Einstein's quadratic equations to a sponge.

Besides he's convinced it's called The Wolf Diaries.

"No, he doesn't don't worry Brody,"

He eyed me for a few moments a hidden emotion sparking in his eyes before being replaced by amusement.

"So last of the question list is love," He exaggerated the word, waggling his eyebrows at me in an irritating manner.

I gagged at the mention of the emotion "That is so not happening,"

Hell would freeze over the day we fell in love.

"You can count on that," He yawned.

He stretched his arms behind his head, the duvet around his waist lowering exposing the defined lines of his triangle. I couldn't help heat rise within me at the sight. It was strange how I'd purposely denied the fact I found him insanely attractive for years and all it took was an endless amount of vodka and cola to express my affections.

Noticing my stare his lips curled up into a smirk and he flashed me a mischievous wink.

"Liking the view?"

"No," I gulped unable to tear my roaming eyes away from his body. The familiar ache of want swirling around in my gut.

"Don't deny it, Jones, you want this body," He gestured to his torso and I managed to divert my gaze to his smug face.

"I'm only using you because you are good in bed," I admitted honestly, which caused his ego to surge through the ceiling.

A spark of hunger glazed over his eyes and he slowly positioned himself so he was a few inches away from me. His hot breath wafting on my face causing my cheeks to warm.

"Then use me all you want sweetheart, I'll be the puppet and you can be my master,"

"Deal," I breathed intoxicated by his proximity.

His mouth stretched into a grin exposing his pearly white teeth "Deal"

I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

*•*•*

I pulled my hair into a tight ponytail as I dropped the towel wrapped firmly around my waist onto the floor and attempted to search through my wardrobe for some comfy clothing. Satisfied with an off the shoulder beige jumper and sweatpants, I walked over to my bed and threw myself into the abyss of blankets.

Memories from earlier span through my brain and I blushed against the cotton blanket wrapped around my frame. After deciding that participating in enemies with benefits relationship with Brody couldn't do any harm, we decided to consummate the deal and go for round two... and three... and maybe four.

I'm an overly charged hormonal girl please don't judge me.

After having to tear myself away from his testosterone-fuelled ways, I came home pleasantly pleased to find myself in an empty house. I assumed Mom was out sorting her business at the vegan restaurant she owned. Don't ask me why she decided that would be her line of work. My Mom didn't even eat vegan food.

My phone on my dresser vibrated and I reach out and cupped the metal in my hand, looking down at the bright screen. I giggled to myself at the nickname I had given the other person on the end and unlocked the phone.

Batan:

My Step Mom saw the scratches on my back, had to tell her Craigs dog attacked me.
Try to resist the urge to claw at me next time Poison ;)

I was just about to respond to his message with a witty remark about how he shouldn't have suggested going at it four times when my bedroom door swung open revealing my best friend resembling the Exorcist.

Rose stood before me, her hair stuck up like Frankenstein, her face smeared with makeup and her eyes filled with redness.

I stared at her wide-eyed as she silently moved towards my bed, slipping onto the mattress and placing herself under my blanket.

She let out a strangled groan and flung her hands in the air before letting them drop dramatically onto the bed.

"My breath smells like trash, I smell like trash and I feel like trash," She huffed.

"Rough night?" I questioned staring at the side of her face. She snapped her head in my direction and narrowed her eyes at me.

"Rough night? It's worse than a rough night,"

"How?" I asked.

She let out a sigh, "Because I am absolutely mortified,"

A slight panic rose in my chest at the possibility that she might know about me and Brody and any second she was going to pull out a butcher knife and slice my head off.

"I slept with Craig," She hissed rubbing aggressively at her temple. My eyes widened. I had not expected that.

But thank the Lord it wasn't about her knowing my dirty secret.

"Craig? As in Craig Craig?"

"Yes Craig," She ran her hands down her face and continued, "But what is worse than sleeping with Craig is that I tried to sleep with Brody but he turned me down,"

"What?" I blurted out. I knew that explained the marks on his neck but I hadn't expected him to turn her down. I just assumed they'd been interrupted preventing them from going further.

Why did he turn her down?

Weren't they flirting all week?

I felt relief wash over me at her words. It made me feel less guilty for my actions. She couldn't complain about me sleeping with Brody if she'd happily sleep with Craig. It just didn't work like that.

"He was so drunk and I think he just didn't want me," She shrugged casually but I knew it had bothered her. I felt the corners of my mouth twist up into a smile.

Rose had always gotten male attention so it was strange for a guy to turn her down. What was more strange was that:

Brody didn't want to sleep with her, but he wanted to sleep with me.

Maybe it wasn't always about looks?

"Why did you sleep with Craig?"

"Those cocktails your mom gave me made my head spin, and Craig got more attractive throughout the night and I don't know, maybe it was because I wanted to punish Brody for turning me down,"

"Punish him?"

She sighed "I don't know, make him jealous?"

"I'm sure he was," I lied remembering exactly how he felt that night, physically and mentally and it was far from jealous about Rose.

"I hope so, I think he is so hot it's unreal and wished it wasn't Craig I spent the night with,"

I let her words sink in. I couldn't help the guilt from consuming me again. Whilst Rose was rebounding with Craig because she was hurt by Brody's actions, I was sleeping with Brody not even thinking twice how Rose would feel.

"How was your night anyways? I think I lost you nearer to the end,"

I gulped "I just walked home, the party was kinda lame,"

"Yeah, it was," She laughed completely unaware as to how tense my body had become.

Right now, I'd be in the Guinness World Book of records for the worst best friend.

"Alisha Pope let the track team do Jell-O shots off her body," She said and I scrunched my nose up.

"Alisha Pope as in hairy Alisha?"

"Yeah," She laughed, "Craig bet them a hundred dollars to do it,"

"I mean I'd do it for a hundred," I said and she laughed again.

"It was so much fun going to a party minus feeling shit the next day we should do it more often," She snuggled further into my duvet and closed her eyes.

I watched her for a couple of seconds, feeling so guilty and I was glad she had her eyes closed or else she'd probably see it on my face.

She suddenly jumped up and I flinched wondering if this was the moment she revealed the axe she had been hiding.

"Who cares about Brody huh? He's just a stupid boy," She began to pace around my room.

"Uh yeah sure," I said slowly. I wondering where she was going with this.

"I can have any guy I want, so screw him,"

"Yeah screw him," I matched her tone despite the fact I did screw him...last night.

"I'm a boss ass bitch and I don't need no manwhore to define me," She chanted.

"Preach it sister," I said.

"He's not even that hot anyways," okay maybe that wasn't true but I let her continue, "There's so many hotter guys out there,"

"Yes Rose the-"

Before I could finish my sentence I watched her face turn a different shade, her body lurch forward and her mouth open as she threw up on my floor.

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