Twisted Hate: An Enemies with Benefits Romance


Stella: Kangaroo or koala?


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Twisted Hate by Ana Huang

Stella: Kangaroo or koala? 
It was the code question we used to make sure the other was okay. We
were the only ones who knew the nonsensical answer, so no one could
pretend to be us over text in case we were kidnapped or something.
I typed out a quick reply.
Jules: Pink Starburst.
Stella and I always informed each other if we were staying out later than
usual. Screw waiting until your roommate was missing for twenty-four hours
before raising the alarm; if someone fucked with one of us, the other would
know almost immediately. 
I just hadn’t expected Stella to be home so early. She told me she had a
work event, and those usually ran until midnight.
Stella: :) Hot date?
Stella: One of these days, you’ll tell me who Mystery Guy is
She knew I was dating someone; she just didn’t know who.
I stared at her texts for a second before I shoved my phone back into my
pocket. I didn’t have time to get into a conversation about Josh. If I didn’t
pull off my plan, there wouldn’t be anything to tell, because we would be
over.
Familiar nausea twisted my stomach. 
“Stop it,” I whispered. “The plan will work.”
The plan will work. The plan will work. 


I chanted the silent mantra as I finished setting up the fake-but-not-really-
fake burglary. I left the front door unlocked, replanted the spare key in the
pot, and hoped like hell real burglars wouldn’t show up before Josh came
home.
Since he lived near Thayer, his neighborhood was eerily quiet during the
summer. No raucous house parties, no chatter from students heading to and
from one of the campus bars, no one to stop me as I strolled down the street
with my loot. 
The logical part of me knew there was nothing overtly suspicious about a
woman walking around at night with a portfolio bag. The paranoid part of me
was convinced the bag served as a neon sign announcing to the world what a
terrible person I was.
Liar! Thief! Do not trust her! it screamed.
Great. Now I was hearing voices from inanimate objects. 
I tightened my hold on my bag and quickened my pace until I reached the
metro station, where I pulled out my phone again to update Max. 

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