A Distraction

Everyone has a thing, for some people it's the crack head, for others it's the athlete. For Saphire Winston, it's the middle class complicated one. When at a party with friends, Saphire is greeted by the smooth talking player Miles Larc. They hate each other, they are nothing alike. But when Saphire starts to use Miles as a distraction, the two soon find out that there more alike then they thought. soon enough people start to change, but is it for the better or for the worse?


4. A Distraction


The past two weeks has been a hastle. When I got home from Miles' house on monday, there where divorce paper on the coffee table along with several beer bottles. Even though my mom left, my parents never really made it official. I've been getting really close to Adam, he's really sweet and was more then happy to meet my friends. Luna has finally started dating her long time crush, Percy. Hazel has been surprisingly getting very close to Zeke -Miles' best friend- ever since the party. So, thanks to Adam and Hazel, my group that I've been sitting with at lunch always consists of:




Percy (Luna's BF)




Whatever slut Miles brings to the table

Every lunch I give Miles' new toy a name, today the name is 6-B (Bubble Butt, Bubble Boobs, Bubble Brain). Every day Miles makes sure to run his hands all over any girl he could get his hand on, it gets me fuming and I have no idea why.

Adam will always engage me into a conversation but I would usually end it. It's funny though, he understands that I'm going threw a rough time without even asking. I felt bad for Adam, he's just trying to be nice and I keep blowing him off just because I'm mad at Miles for being. . .well. . .Miles. I shouldn't even care about Miles because he doesn't care about me.

I have to admit though, Adam is really hot. And I'm glad I'm friends with him, in fact, I wouldn't mind being more then friends with Adam. We've been holding hands during lunch, language, and foods but I think he just means it as a friendly gesture. . . I'm kinda hoping it's not. Although I know that Adam wont go for me, I know I'm pretty, but Adam is WAY out of my league.


Every so often, I glance at Miles. He's seems to be 'interested' in whatever 6-B's story is. Idiot. The only thing he's interested in is what kind of lingerie you're wearing! I shouldn't be one to judge, I fell for the same act of care. Ever since that Monday two weeks ago, Miles has been teasing me more. Oh ya, did I mention that I actually have had sex three other times? I can't help it, if you could distract yourself for 20 minutes with pure pleasure, wouldn't you?

Without thinking I let go of Adams hand and walk over to the other side of the table to where Miles is. I tap him on the shoulder and 6-B stops talking and looks at me. Miles turns around and says, “yes?”

“I need to talk to you. . . about the project,” I say.

“The project is fine.”

“I'm not going to get a shitty grade because you can't get off your ass and email the file to me the day before it's due.” The table goes silent but I just shrug it off. He sighs and stands up. I grab his wrist and drag him out the lunch hall while hearing 6-B say, “what a bitch...”

“Where are we going?” he asks. I ignore his question as I drag him down the hallway and into the supply closet. “I'm just going to take a wild guess and say that this isn't about the project.” He raises his eyebrows at me.

“Oh, shut up,” is all I tell him before we meet halfway. His hands grip my waist right away as my hands mess around in his hair. He's so tall that I have to tip my head all the way back and stand on my toes for us to kiss. He pins me up against the shelves making a broom fall over. His hands slide under my top as his tongue slides into my mouth.

“We can't do this now, not when class starts in five.” I remove my hands and fumble with the door knob.

“When?” he growls.

“Your house. 6 o'clock.” I finally push open the door but as I walk out the door, I trip over that broom. Before I could fall to the floor, Miles grabs my wrist. The wrist. The one that I cut a few weeks ago, I guess it still hasn't healed because it stings. I quietly yelp and pull back my wrist.

“What's that?” he asks.

“It's nothing,” I reply. Which is true, it's nothing. I just don't want to tell people that I was cleaning up beer bottles, and why the bottles where there in the first place.

“Saph you know you can tell me-”

“It's nothing,” I repeat and head to class.

* * *

“I'm okay with being used,” says Miles, propping himself up on his elbow while watching me put on my bra. “But why am I being used Saphire?”

“Distraction,” I answer truthfully.

“From what though?”

“I don't trust you.” I narrow my eyes. “You don't care.”

“Sure I do. We're friends,” he says. I burst out laughing.

“Sorry to burst your bubble Miles, but we are not friends. More like. . . Fuck Buddies,” I laugh.

He shrugs. “So what I'm hearing is that where buddies” I roll my eyes. “But seriously, what going on?”

Fuck it. What do I have to loose? I take a deep breath. “Well, my parents are kinda in a rough spot, my mom left when my brother Cody died a few years ago. A few weeks ago I found divorce papers on our coffee table. School's been a bitch. My dad has a drinking problem, he's become verbally abusive. My wrist, was cut from picking up beer bottles. And on top of it all a douche bag at school is fucking me.” I refuse to cry. I stifle a sob into a cough. His eyes are filled with sadness, fake. I think he's about to say something but I ask, “where did you say your family was again?”

“I'll probably know in six months when my parent's call to check in. They're never here, neither is Hannah. Hannah is Miles' little sister, she's two years younger. “She always stays with our Grandparents because my grandmother disproves of my 'lifestyle'. She doesn't want Hannah in all of it.”

“Oh,” is all I can muster up.

I kinda feel bad for him and I think he can tell because he says, “don't feel bad for me Saph. I should feel bad for you, you have it way worse.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Gee thanks.”

“Sorry,” he mutters.

“It's okay, let's just never bring it up again.” I put on my tank top and cardigan and toss his boxers at him. “This was fun,” I say, “let's do it again sometime.”

“Just can't get enough of me can you?” he smirks.

“You want it just as much you perverted Bastard.” I smile at his look of fake hurt. “I'll let myself out.”

“See ya soon Winston.”

“Hopefully not too soon Larc!” I laugh.

* * *

After I get home I check my phone, there's five messages.

Hazel: So a little birdy told me you where having sex with someone ;)


Hazel: OMG!! It's Adam isn't it!


Hazel: Please text back I want to know EVERYTHING!!


Hazel: You bitch. Call me when your done with Adam. . . use protection!


Hazel: Okay, you're really pissing me off


I laugh and decide to call her. She picks up on the first ring. “SAPHIRE WINSTON! Tell me everything!”

I sigh, “well. . .

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