You and Me: Lifehouse
Leonard Kingston prided himself on integrity. He had seen his basketball friends cheating on their girlfriends, their grades and the drug tests. But he was different.
He had a brain. He had a shot in life, to succeed. He wouldn't resort to becoming another Bennett Badeaux or Logan Takuda.
He knew of so many guys in school who aspired to become them. And he couldn't blame them. After all, they were the ones who landed the girls and lived out the lives of movie jocks to a tee. They relished in perpetuating their shallow counterparts, kings of high school now before going off to college football and fraternities, then finally settling down in a nice suburban neighbourhood with a family and a beer gut.
But after many years of being in close proximity, Leonard realised their lives weren't all that enviable. But there had always been just one thing Bennett had that Leonard wanted. More than anything.
She was currently standing right on his doorstep.
"Leo, kiss me."
Perhaps it was the way her damp shirt clung to her, or her rosy tinged cheeks that led Leonard to meet her lips with his own without hesitation. Oh who was he kidding, he kissed her because that's all he had wanted to do, ever since they had met two years ago.
It was selfish of him to do this. The vulnerable girl who wasn't thinking straight when she had turned up at his door, was offering herself to him.
He shouldn't have kissed her. She didn't want this. She just wanted to get back at Bennett. This was playing out nothing like the way he had envisioned in his many dreams.
In his dreams, there was no Bennett. No thought of him anywhere. Not like this, where every action was fuelled by the mere thought of the asshole.
Did they break up? Or was this Gisele finally coming to her senses? Was he the other man? Did he want to be the other man?
A fury of questions sped through Leo's brain, watching as Gisele's eyes searched his face. But these thoughts were soon overthrown by his inner horny teenager.
The girl who he had loved for about forever, was willing to fuck him.
And so he let her.
She stared at the ceiling for a while after they had finished.
"We got into a fight."
"He was really mad. It was his father's death all over again. Except this time, he hated me. You should have heard the way he spoke to me. Like I was gum on his shoe."
"And you know the worst part? I still love him."
It was stupid of Leo to hope she would fall out of love with her boyfriend after sharing an intimate moment with him. A fool's fantasy. That's all it was.
She appreciated Leo's guaranteed friendship, but Gisele Hamilton would always want the boy who would break her heart endlessly.
Bennett Fucking Badeaux.
From that night onwards, Leo and Gisele continued their affair. For Gisele, it was an outlet and a form of payback to Bennett, and for Leo; the only version of his dream girl he'd ever get. That, in addition to the thought that Bennett was completely oblivious to the fact that Leonard knew his way around his girlfriend's body far better than he did.
That thought alone kept Leonard sane through lunch whenever Bennett's hands would disappear under Gisele's clothing. Sure, the dates, parties and PDA were exclusively Bennett's territory but the raw, real vulnerable moments? Those were purely his. He could take pride in that.
But recently, things had changed. Translation: Rayna's death had consequently closed off Gisele to Leonard.
He didn't know whether it was guilt or the grief that had caused her to immediately clam up whenever the topic of her best friend sprung up. He could sense the irrational guilt she dwelled over, probably rethinking that night and what she could have-should have done differently.
Pulled her off the road. Called her. Or perhaps, she was attempting to find the driver. Little did she know the perpetrator was probably closer than she thought. Leonard only had assumptions to work off of. God knew Gisele wouldn't give him any answers.
But the only thing he knew for sure? Gisele was depending on Bennett emotionally. And what's worse, he was actually reciprocating. This was not the usual material tactic Bennett had often relied on, no. This was un-chartered territory. The more Bennett forced his way back into her heart, the further Leonard was left out in the cold.
If only she knew her boyfriend was a criminal.
Miss Alissa: Eagles of Death Metal
"Rayna Fucking Sutherland."
"Even buried 10 feet underground, she's still a fucking nuisance."
Bennett chucked the football at Logan's gut.
"What was that for? I was kidding. It was a joke."
"Yeah? Why don't you tell the cops that, I'm sure they'll find it just as hilarious."
Logan walked around Bennett's bedroom, passing the ball between his hands. He stopped in front of an old photo of the Badeaux family.
"Your mom is a fucking MILF. No disrespect to your old man though, just saying..." Upon meeting Bennett's glare, Logan dropped the football and raised his hands in surrender.
"No hard feelings man." After no response from Bennett, he sighed.
He turned around to face his friend.
"Look, I don't get why you're so caught up with all this Rayna shit. It's probably just one of our mates trying to get a rise out of you. Don't fall prey to that shit man."
"Have you ever seen I Know What You Did Last Summer? Spoiler alert, THEY ALL DIE. And you know what? They only committed manslaughter. And us? Oh we're going to hell."
"Uh Bennett. Jennifer Love Hewitt LIVES. To tell the tale for the next movie! The sequel man! That third one is an abomination and should cease to exist. Anyway. We could be Jennifer Love Hewitt. You and I. We're hot enough."
Bennett threw Logan another look. "She almost gets murdered every single shot."
"Key word being almost."
"Look. Someone knows about what we did. We have to end them before they end us. You're an idiot with an excellent memory, help me out here." Bennett stood in front of Logan, holding out a photo of his lipstick threat.
Logan sighed, grabbing the photo.
"Grab some paper. We're gonna make a list."
Half an hour later, everyone had become a suspect.
"I'm telling you man, he looked at me funny! AND he told me to 'drive safe'. Why would he say that if not to dredge up our crimes?"
"I don't know Logan...maybe look at your fine record? You're the record holder of most DUI's in the whole town."
"You wanted me to think of any unlikely possible suspects and I delivered. Call me the mailman. Now if you'll excuse me, it's past seven and I'm supposed to make my mum some yakisoba." Logan cracked his back before proceeding to get up and grab his wallet.
Before exiting out the door, he looked back at Bennett. "Listen man, as soon as someone comes to mind, I'll call you. Until then, keep yourself safe okay? Love you!"
After Logan had gone home, Bennett was left with the thoughts occupying his mind all day. There was only one person who would know how to fix them.
"Man, we haven't had a night sesh in how long? You good?"
Leonard stole the ball off Bennett and shot a goal.
He grinned, "Come on Benny, not even going to fight for it?"
Bennett raised his brows. "Don't worry. Just giving you a pity shoot."
As he dribbled the ball away from Leo, Bennett began talking. "What do you think about Gisele?"
This time, it was Leonard who seemed disinterested in the game.
"Why? Has she said something?"
"No. Why would she ask about you? She does seem to think you and that chick with pink streaks have something going on though."
Charlie. Her name is Charlie. Gisele did seem to have this weird notion that Charlie had a massive crush on Leo.
"Just friends."
It seemed that Bennett's limit of feigning interest in another's life had been exceeded.
"Anyway, so recently Gisele keeps having things 'come up'. I'll be trying to plan a date and she'll say she's busy before I even tell her when. Oh, and then there's the sex. She's learnt something new, which was amazing at first because when she moves like that...shit...until I realised that I never taught her that."
Bennett stopped dribbling the ball, catching it in his hands and looking over at his opponent.
"You don't happen to know anything about that?"
"Listen, Gisele and I don't discuss fucking techniques. Maybe she saw it in a porno or movie and decided to try it out." After Bennett still didn't resume the game, Leo snatched the ball off him.
"Come on, give her some credit."
Bennett gave him an unsettling smile in response. "You're right. Besides, why would she want to fuck some other guy when she has me?"
He stole the ball back and shot it cleanly through the hoop.
"Victory tastes sweet."
He glanced back at Leo, smugness exuding his entirety.
"Good game man."
The only thing that sucked about screwing his best friend's girl, was that he had no-one to confide in about it.
Well.
He used to.
He was recording the temperature of the flask, when he felt someone move beside him.
As he turned, Rayna Sutherland gave him an all knowing look, before pushing her safety glasses up onto her head.
"You good? Don't think I could be any help, this whole thing is much more your department." Leonard resumed the task at hand, trying to ignore the eyes trained on him.
It wasn't that he disliked Rayna. She was Gisele's best friend after all. She was genuinely nice, the definition of an over-achiever and had the smarts to back it up. The fucking smarts.
Gisele had sworn that their affair was only knowledge of the two directly involved and no-one else. But the smarts. He had no idea what Rayna knew. Not to mention her tight friendship with Bennett, now that scared Leonard shitless. So his attitude towards her was justified. At least in his opinion.
"Pretending I don't exist, doesn't make me disappear unfortunately."
She was still there. Leonard begrudgingly stood away from the flask, focusing on the persistent girl.
"I don't mean to be rude Rayna, but people who lack the science talents to fly through the assignments have to actually try."
She shot him a grin.
"Interesting timing to care about your science grade. So, Gisele won't tell me what Bennett did this time round. And I'm curious." Rayna glanced down at his incoherent scribbles on the task sheet.
"Inconclusive."
"What?"
"Inconclusive. The results are inconclusive."
It took a second longer than it should have, before her words clicked for Leo. He bashfully scrawled a barely legible 'inconclusive' towards the bottom of the sheet. When he stood up again, Rayna gave him a sickly sweet smile.
"Now: Gisele, Bennett. You got time?"
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