Sleepover with the Enemy (How to Catch a Crush Book 5)

by Maggie Dallen

  Sleepover with the Enemy

  How to Catch a Crush #5

  Maggie Dallen

  Copyright © 2020 by Maggie Dallen

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  Contents

  Welcome

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  About the Author

  Welcome

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  One

  Max

  My best friend Avery’s house was dark and quiet aside from the tense soundtrack of the movie we were watching. She clung to my arm beside me on the overstuffed couch. “I can’t take it anymore,” she whimpered. “The suspense is killing me.”

  I rolled my eyes as I peeled her fingers from my forearm, never taking my eyes from the screen. “It’s a thriller, you’re supposed to be in suspense.”

  She covered her eyes and proceeded to feel around for the Twizzlers on the coffee table like a blind person. “You know I hate scary movies.”

  “I do,” I said with a sigh. Avery was the very best friend a girl could ask for, but our differing tastes in movies was a challenge.

  “When you said we were going to watch a Julia Roberts movie, I thought you meant something cute. Something fun,” she said as her hand flopped around in vain.

  I tugged the package of licorice goodies out of her reach, laughing when she finally gave up, dropped her hand, and scowled at me when she realized what I’d done. “You’re mean.”

  I leaned over and nudged her shoulder. “And you’re nice.”

  She snickered at the old inside joke. We’d been friends since second grade when I’d stood up to a bully on her behalf. The bully in question had been mocking her for crying over a dead bird beneath a tree at recess. She’d thanked me with a sweet, watery grin and then tried to reciprocate by teaching me how to braid my long, frizzy dirty-blonde hair.

  Not much had changed since then. I was still the tough one, she was still ridiculously sweet, and my hair was still frizzy and almost always in a braid.

  She sighed warily and turned her pout to face the screen where Julia Roberts was acting all creeped out just because some towels had been moved around in the bathroom.

  “I thought we were going to watch Pretty Woman,” she muttered.

  I scoffed. “Seriously? You know how I feel about that movie.”

  “Fine, but what about Erin Brockovich? You love that one.”

  “We watched it last week,” I said.

  “I’d still rather hear you go on and on about how corporations are destroying the world than watch this.”

  “I like Sleeping with the Enemy.”

  “Well, I don’t like nightmares,” Avery said with a tilt of her chin that said I shouldn’t even try to argue.

  My bestie was sweet and all, but she could also be stubborn.

  “You’re leaving anyway,” I said. “What do you care?”

  She arched her brows. “Is this a guilt trip coming on? Because I told you I was going to this party tonight. I promised Alex, and—”

  “Yeah, yeah, I know,” I said with a dismissive wave of my hand. “You’re making nice with the soon-to-be brother-in-law. Got it.”

  She gave a snort of a laugh as she smacked my arm. “Cristian and I have only been dating for a few months. We’re not planning a wedding just yet.”

  I laughed in earnest at that. “Are you serious right now? You’ve been planning your wedding since third grade.”

  She stuck her tongue out. “You know what I mean.”

  I sighed because I did. She and Cristian had agreed to ‘take it slow,’ not hard to do since he was in college and only able to visit every other weekend. But that didn’t stop them from talking on the phone every spare minute of the day.

  When Cristian wasn’t around, Avery had taken it upon herself to befriend Alex as part of her mission to forge a bond between the estranged brothers. It seemed to be working. Alex and Cristian had called a truce and were working on being friends as well as brothers.

  But that didn’t mean I had to be friends with Alex.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us tonight?” she asked.

  I arched a brow. “To a basketball team party?”

  That was answer enough. Of course I didn’t want to go to a party that would be filled with loud, crass, egotistical jocks.

  “You’re such a snob,” she said with a sad, pitying shake of her head.

  I shrugged. Was I a snob? Possibly. But if being a snob meant I preferred the company of thoughtful, intelligent people to a group of guys who thought the world revolved around them, then I was cool with that.

  I watched her as she got up and started gathering her phone and purse so she’d be ready to go when Alex arrived. She nibbled on her lower lip as her brows drew down in a frown and I swore I could actually see the moment when she felt sorry for me. “Are you sure you don’t want to come? I mean, you’re welcome to hang here as long as you’d like, but—”

  “Avery, I’m fine,” I said. “I promise.”

  She gave me a pout with a full stuck-out lower lip and everything. It only managed to make me laugh. “You know hanging out with Alex all night would be torture for me.”

  Her sigh was weary. “I don’t know why you two can’t just get along.”

  “Oh, I don’t know. Probably because we hate each other?” I offered.

  She wagged her finger in my direction. “You know what they say about love and hate…”

  “Ugh.” I covered my ears like a child. I was not a fan of clichés, in general. And even less so when Avery was wielding them in some misguided attempt to make me like Alex. “Please, spare me,” I said. “I promise, I’ll be much happier staying here.”

  She nodded, but she looked unconvinced. “Well, my mom is out with that new guy so you’ll have the house to yourself all night.”

  I grinned. Home alone with a scary movie. Just the way I liked it.

  Avery tilted her head to the side as she watched me, studiously avoiding the screen as if this movie was actually scary. Please. I couldn’t imagine how much she’d freak if I made her watch an actual horror movie.

  “Didn’t West get home for winter break today?” she asked. “Shouldn’t you be spending quality time with your stepbrother or something?”

  I let out an exasperated sigh. “You sound like Charlotte.”

  Our friend Charlotte was dating my stepbrother West, and she was just as keen on making me and West be best buds as Avery was with her boyfriend and his brother. What was with all the enforced sibling bonding? I had no idea. It was like a virus sweeping through my circle of friends.

  Actually, if there was any plague going around in my little crew, it was the L-word.
Our self-proclaimed Lonely Hearts Club was rapidly diminishing. Out of the seven of us who’d originally banded together as perpetually single ladies, only Emma, Lulu, and I were still flying solo.

  “Well?” Avery’s big blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. “You’re not bailing on your family and hiding out here, are you? Because you know I can’t support that.”

  I laughed. “Relax, Avery. I’m not bailing on anyone. West gets home tonight, so Alison, Lou, and I agreed we’d make ourselves scarce so he could have some alone time with Charlotte.”

  Avery rested against the edge of the couch as her suspicious look faded. “Oh. Okay then.”

  Alison and Lou were West’s actual siblings, and they now lived in my house thanks to our parents’ whirlwind love affair. Was it weird gaining new siblings now, when I was a senior in high school and fully grown? Yeah. Kind of. And my mom and their dad only made it weirder by forcing us to do family bonding stuff all the time.

  But the stepsiblings were pretty chill, and it was worth it to see my mom happy for once. So, you know...I could deal.

  “West will be home for two weeks,” I said. “So there’ll be plenty of time for me to hang out with my new stepfamily, don’t worry.”

  She nodded. Avery cared more about me bonding with my stepfamily than I did, just like she worried about her boyfriend’s relationship with his brother. I suspected it was because she didn’t have any siblings of her own. After her dad took off, it was just her and her mom. She seemed to take it personally when people like me and Cristian didn’t appreciate our siblings—or even our newly minted stepsiblings—the way she thought we should.

  “But what about you?” I asked. “Isn’t Cristian coming home for break, too?”

  The beam on Avery’s face at the mention of her boyfriend was sudden and nauseating.

  Aside from being a meddler in other people’s families, Avery was also a romantic. To the extreme. Luckily, Cristian was just as goofily in love as she was because otherwise her dreamy look like now would just be pathetic.

  As it was, it was....sweet. I supposed.

  I tried not to cringe when she let out a sigh worthy of a Disney princess. “I can’t wait.” She shot me a rueful look. “But I’m going to have to wait for two more days because he promised his mom he’d spend a couple nights with her first before coming home.”

  I wish I was exaggerating when I said she clapped two hands over her heart like she was Cinderella about to burst into song. “Isn’t he the sweetest?”

  “Um, I guess,” I muttered.

  Sure, Cristian was a nice guy, but I wasn’t a big fan of gushing, in general.

  She snapped out of it pretty quickly, turning to me with a no-nonsense scowl. “But you will hang out with West while he’s home, yes?”

  “Yes, Mom,” I said with a groan. “Charlotte would make me even if I didn’t want to.”

  “She’s so bossy these days,” Avery teased, making us both laugh.

  Charlotte had always been the shy, soft-spoken one in our group of friends. She was also the latest to fall victim to this epidemic that seemed to be spreading like wildfire through our little circle. I was happy for her, I really was. But ever since she’d gotten together with my stepbrother last month, she’d been coming out of her shell. Which was a good thing.

  She was still an introvert and still on the shy side, but she had a new confidence about her that was nice to see. While Avery was obviously exaggerating about Charlotte being bossy, the girl was very insistent that West and I bond, so there was no avoiding a whole lot of quality family time over the holidays.

  Which was fine, I supposed. Most of my friends would either be off with their boyfriends or their families over winter break, anyway. And while it was still weird to have a whole new family living in my house, I guessed it was better than spending another year with just me and my mom.

  Or worse, with my dad. My dad was kind of like a celebrity in my life. Not in the sense that I was suffering from hero worship or adored him so very much, but in the sense that he made cameo appearances. He’d left when I was a kid. Since then he’d always been more involved in his girlfriends’ lives and their kids’, only deigning to take an interest in mine when he was between significant others.

  As if on cue, the guest star of my life chose that moment to text.

  Dad: Give me a call when you have a sec!!!

  Ugh. I cringed at the exclamation points. As the editor-in-chief of our high school newspaper, I couldn’t turn off the inner critic. One exclamation point was one too many, in my book. But three? That was just overkill. And desperate.

  But all exclamation points aside, I knew what he wanted to talk about, and I wasn’t ready for the conversation ahead.

  “Who’s that?” Avery asked, leaning over to read the text over my shoulder like the nosey BFF with no boundaries that she was. I turned my phone off and tucked it away before she could see.

  Normally, I wouldn’t care. Avery knew my life better than anyone. But with the amount of grief she gave me over my bonding efforts with the new family—or rather, my lack of effort—I could only imagine how much she’d freak when I told her that my dad and his latest wife were planning on moving to our town with their two teen daughters.

  Avery started talking about her plans with Cristian over the next two weeks, and I sank back into the couch with relief at having avoided the conversation.

  I’d tell her eventually. Of course I would. But I’d do it after I’d come to grips with this new revelation.

  My phone vibrated in my back pocket.

  The same went for my dad. I’d call him back soon, just...not until I was ready to talk.

  Tonight was not that time. All I wanted to do tonight was veg out on Avery’s couch and pretend I couldn’t see the ending to this thriller coming from a mile away.

  A knock on the front door spared me from hearing any more details about all the romantic evenings with Cristian that Avery had in store.

  “That’ll be Alex,” Avery said as she headed toward the front door to answer it. Before I could even let out a sigh of weary resignation at what was to come, she had the door open and Alex was striding in like he owned the place.

  My lips curled up in a sneer out of pure instinct.

  I hated Alex. I always had. Why? Because Alex loved Alex enough for everyone.

  Also, because my BFF used to be madly in love with Alex. Oh sure, Avery had finally come to her senses this year and realized that Alex wasn't the guy for her. Now she was happily in love with Cristian. But for three years, all I'd heard about was how much she loved Alex Luven.

  Three. Years.

  That was a long time to watch someone ignore your best friend. It was two years and three hundred sixty-five days too many to be hearing his name a million times a day. It was an eternity of saying nothing as your sweetheart of a bestie pined over a grade-A jerk.

  Well, almost nothing. I’d tried to talk some sense into her when I could, but I’d never been allowed to say a single word to Alex. There were so many times I’d wanted to chase him down in the hallways and beat the everloving crap out of him until he at least acknowledged her existence.

  But nooo. Avery would have killed me for interfering. So, I’d been forced to sit back and watch.

  Alex reached the living room and leaned against the doorframe as he took in me, my candy and popcorn setup, and the movie still playing in the background. “What’s up, Maxine?”

  I winced. No one called me by my full name. Ever. Not even my mom.

  “Hello, Alexander,” I said in return, drawing his name out like he had mine.

  His lips curved up in a smirk as he eyed my admittedly hobo-esque attire. “You coming with us to the party?”

  I looked pointedly from him to the TV and back again. “Hmm, movie night in peace and quiet or sit around watching braindead jocks hit on a bunch of giggling cheerleaders?” I tapped a finger to my chin. “Decisions, decisions.”

  He gave a huff of a laugh in ackno
wledgement. No matter what I said or did, nothing seemed to faze this guy.

  Avery headed to the kitchen and scratched out a note to leave for her mom on the kitchen counter. Probably telling her not to worry if there was a sleeping form on the couch—it was just me.

  Her mom loved me and had an open-door policy where I was concerned, and my mom felt the same about Avery.

  “What are you watching?” Alex asked, his gaze on the TV.

  “Nothing you’d know,” I said.

  “Something scary,” Avery called out from the kitchen. She was still obviously put out that I hadn’t chosen Mystic Pizza as our next installment of the Julia Roberts movie marathon we’d been having this month.

  We’d been picking themes for our movie nights for as long as I could remember. Sometimes it was a genre or a location, but this month it had been based around the great and beautiful Julia Roberts.

  “Makes sense,” Alex said with a slow nod as he turned back to me. “Scary movie for a scary girl.”

  My nose twitched as I fought an outright sneer. “By that logic, you must watch a lot of idiotic movies, huh?”

  He let out a mirthless laugh. “You’re hilarious.”

  I shrugged. “I try.”

  Avery sighed as she came into the room to join us. “Can’t you two get along for five minutes?” She shook her head and added with a mutter, “I liked you both better when you weren’t speaking to one another.”

  Alex and I exchanged a long look that seemed to hold a challenge. There was no way I’d break eye contact first. Petty? Probably.

  But Avery was right. Up until she and Cristian became an item and Alex became her de facto friend by association, I’d never exchanged more than a few words with the basketball star. But it wasn’t like we weren’t talking to each other.