Yes, it was a booty call but my parents wouldn't be home for hours and I was sick of lounging around the house by myself. At least this way I could be productive, even if was with Connor Taylor.

The front door opened twenty minutes later from when I’d left it unlocked. Aware of the situation he was walking into, Connor strode in, tossed his car keys onto the kitchen bench, and captured my mouth in a bruising kiss.

My noise of surprise was quickly swallowed down as I pulled his body closer to mine, kissing him back hotly.

Connor pulled back a moment later, that damn smirk creeping onto his face that he used whenever he was about to be a magnificent dick. "Sick of your hand, Anderson?"

I scowled darkly at him and Connor laughed mockingly. "Alright, calm yourself. You called," he gestured to his body, “and I am here."

Without another word, Connor lifted his head and reconnected our lips.

Growling, I kissed him back heavily. We wasted no time before I was dragging him up to my room and stripping him down.

We made it to the bed a moment later where I crawled on top of him. Our mouths met over and over in frantic anticipation.  

"Bored, are we?" Connor teased when he laid only in boxers on my sheets.

I frowned above him. "You have no idea."

We went back to making out, both of us sinking into the pleasure of heated foreplay. Before I knew it, we were lost completely to our lust.

A while later, we laid hot and panting on our backs in my bed.

"Well," Connor said dumbly. "That certainly had some heat. What spurred this on?"

"Coach mentioned Northshore at practice." I growled, propping myself up on the pillows. "I was blowing off some steam."

"Threatened, huh?” Connor smirked up at me from where he laid on his back. His hair was a mess and his skin glittered with sweat. He propped himself on one elbow to better gauge my reaction. “Damn, I didn’t expect this so early in the season.”

I glared at him but said nothing. That boy's ego was too big for his own good.

"Not a chance.” I said eventually. “This was merely me showing you how much I despise you on a regular basis."

"With sex." Connor flashed me a thumbs-up. "Good one."

I rolled my eyes as a silence fell between us. A moment later, Connor asked, “Where are your parents?”

"Out."

"When will they be back?"

"Don’t know.”

He was quiet for a minute. Then, "Do you think-"

"No, Connor," I interjected sharply. "They have no idea about us. No one does. Knock it off."

Connor bit his lip, that stupid weary expression back on his face after every time we did this.

I rolled my eyes at his dramatic antics. "No one is going to find out."

"How do you know that?"

"Because we're careful, you idiot."

Connor sighed and dropped back down on the pillow. "I guess so."

We laid in bed a moment longer before Connor opened his annoying mouth once again. "So, how's school?"

“What, we’re doing small talk now? Fuck off, Taylor.”

"I just wanted to know."

"No, you want to know our strategies for kicking your asses."

Connor grinned. "Guilty."

This wasn’t right. Connor and I didn’t make small talk. Our scale went from passive-aggressive dick to raging psycho. We were either arguing or fucking one another into the mattress. No questions, no comments and certainly no pillow talk.

Connor and I weren’t friends and that wasn’t about to change.

Feeling sick of it, I threw back the covers and stood, moving toward my bathroom. “I’m going to shower. Feel free to show yourself out any time.”

"Wow," Connor remarked from his spot on the bed. "Rude much?"

"We're not friends." I reminded him, voicing my earlier thoughts. "You can see yourself out."

It shouldn’t have been a surprise when he followed me into the bathroom. The bastard was as stubborn as they came.

His naked form appeared in the mirror behind me. I scoffed. “I’m not doing it a third time tonight, Taylor.”

"Too much for you to handle?" Connor smirked before pushing me out of the way. "Relax, I'm not here for that, but you got me dirty so the least you can do is let me shower. Move it."

Pushing past me, Connor stepped into my shower and pulled the opaque glass door closed without another word. I stood, gaping as the water cut on a moment later.

When the disbelief subsided, I shouted over the sound of running water, "This is my shower, Taylor!"

He barked out a laugh from the other side of the door. "I’m sorry, I must’ve stopped caring when you unloaded yourself all over my thighs.”

With a scoff, I pulled the door open and stepped in after him. He watched me with a raised eyebrow but didn’t say a word and went back to washing himself.

We ignored each completely as we washed sweat and other from our bodies. The occasional glare was thrown in one another’s direction when one of us wanted to stand under the spray. Connor also liked the water scalding hot, which had me turning up the cold just to get under his skin. Our nudity didn’t faze either of us.

When Connor was done, he stepped out of the shower and towelled himself off. He dressed in his original clothes and left the room without speaking a word to me.

I cut the water off after rinsing the shampoo from my hair, hearing the rumble of his car starting in the driveway. Scoffing, I began to dry myself. I gave the bastard a great night and let him shower and he doesn't even say thank you? This was why I hated the ungrateful brat.

Finishing in the bathroom, I turned off the lights downstairs before heading back to my room and climbing into my freshly-changed sheets, phone and A Tale of Two Cities in my hand.

Mum had texted me goodnight earlier and I had a missed call from my dad but didn't bother ringing him back. It was likely only him reminding me of some social event we had this weekend that I didn’t care for.

Tossing my phone on the table beside my bed, I left the rest of my messages unread. Most of them were from classmates who wanted to know when my next party would be. There was nothing from Connor.

I sighed, running a hand subconsciously over the bed sheets. As annoying as Connor was, he was definitely a good lay and I liked the arrangement we had. It made me wonder.

When Ridgemount defeats Northshore at the end of the year, what would happen with us? Was Connor planning on going to university? Would he travel out of state? Did I care if he left town?

The answer hit me like a freight train.

Of course I wouldn’t care. We had this arrangement for a reason. I could find plenty of willing people to sleep with, even if Connor decided to move on after he was done crying from Northshore’s loss at championships.

Even if he didn’t, it wasn’t my problem. This was a no-strings attached deal. Connor was nothing more than the occasional hook-up that I liked to rile up for my own amusement.

So, it didn’t really matter how we parted ways at the end of the year. It’s not like we were in a relationship, bound by obligation to one another.

The thought had me laughing out loud. A relationship with Connor. As though I could ever date that egotistical jackass.

He was my rival and I was his. We were occasional fuck buddies and when the year was over, we would part ways. That’s all it ever was.

And that’s all it ever would be, no matter what happened in our last year of high school.