sleeping with the enemy ✔️ zach herron

F O R T Y- N I NE

Attention: if you saw that I posted this chapter a few hours ago and you read it, read it again. I accidentally posted it but everything was out of control  and confusing since I was just writing down ideas and it wasn't the actual chapter. Some things in the chapter changed and I don't want you guys to be confused. Enjoy  :)

Warning; I did not proofread.

LUKE

"What is Zach's whole class schedule?" I asked Ben as we walked into my house.

That's right, my house because tonight I planned on spending my time plotting some new ideas that I can get my revenge on.

"I'm not sure but I-I can ask him." Ben mumbles, nervously.

I rolled my eyes as his hesitation. He's fucking useless. If only I had someone else that I could use to help me with this, I wouldn't be having to support him.

But it's my only option and that's what we are going to have to deal with.

"Yes, Ben. Get it for me." I said, in an obvious tone. Why else would I ask for his schedule? To make sure I wait for him after class and take him out for dinner? Sure.

"Alright. See you tomorrow then?"

"Uh, no. We aren't done here yet." I laughed, patting the seat next to me, "Want something to drink?"

Say yes. Say yes. Say yes.

"Uh...water would be fine." He smiled.

I stood up with a smirk in my face. Just what I wanted.

Why? You may ask. Well, I'm smarter than you think. I know for a fact that Ben knows that Bella and Zach are back together.

I mean, why else would he suddenly start acting suspicious again. And again, why wouldn't he know? He's Zach's best friend. If anything it must've been his ide– that's right! It was Ben's idea all along.

He was indeed the only one who knew how to solve this. He was the only one who could easily make Zach forgive Bella if he did tell them my plan.

But what could help me figure this out. How will I be sure that Ben– his phone!

I walked towards my kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. Pouring some water into the cup, I walked back towards the living room.

But instead of going for plan A, which was sneakily getting his phone and checking all his messages, I went for plan B. Which consisted of confronting him. Confronting him would leave him to no other choice but tell me the truth.

And I knew the truth. He once again had betrayed me. I just needed to hear it from his own lips.

Going for plan B, I grabbed the glass of water and poured it all into Ben.

He stood up immediately, running his hand through his clothes, "What the hell, man?"

"I know everything you stupid idiot."