Prologue
She hated it.
She seriously just fucking hated it.
The way she would bat her eyes at his dopey, quarterback, popular boy smile.
The way she would touch his arm or lay her head on his shoulder or even pretend to laugh at one of his lame-ass jokes.
It sucked. But it was worth it she guessed. After all, who else could say that they got the opportunity to make out with head cheerio, ice queen, and HBIC Lucy Fabray? Two people that's who. Although she really only wanted it to be one. She wanted to be the one. The one who could hold her, kiss her, touch her, buy gifts on those dumb one-month anniversary's. But she couldn't. Lucy couldn't lose her rep. She couldn't lose her place at the top. Hell, even she might lose her place at the top. It didn't matter though. They were frenemys with benefits. And that's all they would ever be.
For now at least...