Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 8

Darryl snorted. "Yea, 'cause you made it clear how much you cared when your dick was in Tameeka's m—"

"That was a mistake!" Miles countered angrily.

"Oh, really? Did you tell Naomi that?"

"Yea."

"So I'm guessing she took it well?" Darryl asked sarcastically. 

"Look just tell me that there's nothing going on between you two, other than you taking advantage of her in my house, Friday night."

Oh, you'd be bummed out if you knew what we did last night, Darryl thought as he rolled his eyes. He plastered on a fake smile, "Miles, chill man. I can't stand Naomi, and I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual."

"Then why'd you sleep with her?" Miles asked tentatively. 

"I was drunk, so was she. I wanted sex and she was there." he replied indifferently with a shrug. He didn't owe Miles an explanation. They had made their way to the double doors of the cafeteria, when they finished discussing everything Miles wanted to know, and somehow Darryl couldn't help himself but to label the kid as a desperate control-freak. 

 They strolled in aside each other into the cafeteria, and it didn't take long for Darryl to spot Naomi. Her dark, shiny hair—the same hair his fingers were knotted into last night—was pulled into a ponytail, showing off the smooth contours of her face. Her tight, bright pink v-neck shirt—almost the same color as the panties she wore last night—hugged her petite figure in places that made his eyes widen just a fraction. He sensually watched as her soft and full lips moved as she talked to some senior—the same lips he tasted over and over. Images of last night couldn't help but flood him for the millionth time. He wanted her all over again. She was good as a drunk, but sober she was a ticking bomb.

As his eyes wavered over her once more he caught her narrowed gaze that was directed at him, or Miles, or both, he couldn't tell. But before he could react, Miles interjected, "Stay away from her." he warned as he looked over in Naomi's direction and back. Miles was starting to work his last nerve, but he nodded reassuringly, and without another word Miles walked off. Don't count on it. 

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Naomi didn't know if it was a good or bad thing—she was mostly betting on bad—that Miles and Darryl walked in together fifth period into the lunchroom. She watched warily as Miles whispered something to Darryl and Darryl giving him a nod before they went their separate ways. She had caught Darryl staring at her so she returned his stare with a glare. They're planning on something, she thought bracing herself for whatever was coming her way. It had came in mind to her that maybe Miles was in on the 'legendary' prank earlier, but she quickly pushed the thought aside as she realized that Darryl wouldn't have jeopardized their secret agreement. 

She watched them both closely as Miles went to his adjacent table and as Darryl moved casually to Tameeka's table—two tables away. As she watched them closely, she couldn't help but compare the two. They each had an unique style, but she couldn't figure which and who was hotter. Athough Naomi thought the whole 'bad-boy' image was overrated but Darryl made it sexy with his red and green plaid open-collared shirt that was over a plain, black T, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His arm muscles practically popped from under his shirt. Miles, however, had a classier but sexy look as kept it simple with a plain a white V-neck Tee and a grey hoodie that showed off his massive-sized muscles and defined chest.

"What are you staring at?" Cayden asked curiously with a mouthful of his sandwich. He wandered his gaze behind him in the direction of her stare, before turning back with a raised brow. "Darryl or Miles?" he asked with a raised brow, as he swallowed the remains in his mouth. She had just filled him in on the drama that had started on Friday—except her deal with Darryl.