Love Between Enemies

By Molly E. Lee

Zoey Handler is ready to put an end to her decade-long rivalry with Gordon Meyers. They’ve traded top spot between valedictorian and salutatorian for years, but all that’s over now. Right? But after a crazy graduation speech prank gets out of hand, suddenly their rivalry turns into all-out war. Time to make peace with a little friendly payback.

Step one? Make him believe they’re now friends.

Step two? Show him the time of his life at an epic graduation party.

Step three? Don’t fall for his tricks.

Step four? Absolutely, positively, do not kiss him again.

So what if he’s cute? (Okay, hot.) So what if he’s charming? (Heaven help her, tempting.) So what if he apologizes? (That has to be fake.) She knows the real Gordon. And no matter how much her heart begs her to stop, there’s no turning back.

Disclaimer: This Entangled Teen Crush book contains one epic party, complete with every high-schoolers-gone-bad shenanigan, and two rivals who discover maybe they could be something much more...if only they’d stop fighting long enough to notice it.

Each book in the Grad Night series is STANDALONE:
* Love in the Friend Zone
* Love Between Enemies
* Love Beyond Opposites

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Jan 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9781640634602

Molly E. Lee

Molly E. Lee writes New Adult and Young Adult contemporary featuring strong female heroines who are unafraid to challenge their male counterparts, yet still vulnerable enough to have love sneak up on them. In addition to being a military spouse and mother of two + one stubborn English Bulldog, Molly loves watching storms from her back porch and digging for treasures in antique stores. mollyelee.com

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Table of Contents

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

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ISBN 978-1-64063-460-2

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition January 2018

For Esther and Dylan.

You’re the smartest people I know, and no one deserves their dreams more.

Prologue

Gordon

One Year Ago

I leaned against my locker, anxiously waiting for Zoey to show up at hers across the hallway. I held Branch in front of me and smoothed my thumb over the rough edges of bark that still clung to the small stump trophy.

I’d drawn two dots for eyes and a curved line for a grin in the center of the wood back when Zoey had first given me the thing. The two twigs jutting out of it had looked like arms, so I figured it needed a face, but Zoey was the one who had named it when I’d given it back to her.

I couldn’t believe it was still intact, with as many times as we’d passed it back and forth.

I smirked as I held him in my hand, thinking back to the day Zoey had won him.

It was the fifth grade earth conservation competition. Our class was vying to collect the most recycling and earn money for a fund-raiser. Zoey and I were—as usual—the top two contenders, even then not backing down from any sort of competition. This was one of the first times we’d get a real taste for victory, since it came with the wicked-cool earth-themed prize of our very own stump trophy. Funny how something so small could seem so important back then.

I’d collected throughout my neighborhood, and Dad had even driven me to towns close to ours to collect, too. We’d thrown tubs worth of recycling into the back of his truck. Add everything that had come from the restaurant, and I was sure I’d won.

But I hadn’t.

Zoey had beaten me by a few pennies. The win was that close.

I remember when the teacher handed her the piece of wood that symbolized her win. I’d felt like I had lost the gold medal in the Olympics. I’d swallowed my tears, but she must’ve been able to read it on my face because after the bell rang, she stopped me in the hallway. Even back then she’d had these magnetic eyes I was terrified to look into…but that day I couldn’t not see her.

Here, she’d said, and handed me the stump trophy.

I’d tilted my head as I held it. But you won.

But you worked hard, too, she said, smiling as her eyes darted from the wood up to me. You deserve it. She’d spun on her sneakers, rushing off before I could try and give it back.

I did end up giving it back to her, though. In the sixth grade, when she’d lost a debate against me for our final-grade project in government class. We’d both gotten As, but I’d been declared the technical winner. So, after class, I’d handed her the stump back, only this time with the addition of his face drawn on it. Her smile had clogged my airways enough that I couldn’t speak.

By the time she gave him back to me when I lost the eighth grade class president slot to her, she’d named him Branch.

Our little tradition had become something I looked forward to, something that no one else understood but the two of us, and something that took the sting out of losing.

Even now, on my first day of senior year, I couldn’t picture ever tossing him in the garbage. Not when he’d been such a staple in both our lives.

When I spotted Zoey in the hallway, I quickly shoved him onto the top shelf and slammed my locker, hers only ten feet away from mine.

This morning’s edition of the e-newsletter had two highlighted features: one, Braylen was collecting sign-ups for students willing to donate comics to the school’s library. And two, Mrs. Rollins had posted the application link for a prestigious full-ride scholarship. The latter was the reason I’d waited for Zoey. I needed to know if she was my competition for the scholarship or not.

Her long blonde hair fell in perfect waves down her back. If I hadn’t been so tense, I might’ve smiled at her. Maybe tell her that pink sparkly stuff she wore on her lips was the perfect weapon—it had distracted me on more than one academic debate.

See the newsletter? I shouted instead, causing a few students who’d been walking by at that moment to jump.

Zoey glanced over her shoulder, whirling around after she’d closed the locker door. What’s up? she asked, her brow furrowed.

It wasn’t the first time I’d singled her out for conversation, but the previous times had revolved around debates, competitions, or school fund-raisers. Nothing too social. Not that this was social, but it wasn’t exactly competition, either. Not yet. Not until I knew what her plans were.

I cleared my throat, trying to mentally prepare myself for a year-long battle. Did you see this morning’s newsletter? I asked when she’d walked over.

Yes. She tilted her head, her cell phone in one hand like she’d forgotten she was in the middle of texting someone. I made a mental note to talk to her in between competitions more often to spare her the suspicious confusion she had written all over her face.

Are you signing up? I asked. There was no need to specify what I was asking. Just as I knew there was only one thing of significance in the newsletter—though Braylen’s attempt to get more graphic novels in the library was admirable.

Zoey chuckled like she’d thought I was going to ask her the answer to a physics equation. You’re kidding, right?

I laughed, too, though it was forced. It was a stupid question. Why would the heir apparent to Handler Organix need to go out for a full-ride college scholarship? Her dad had likely already paid for her entire four years, but I couldn’t help wanting to know for sure. I sighed, and the smile that followed was genuine. That’s a relief.

Confusion danced over her green eyes for a moment, and I couldn’t help but shift my weight. It was hard to not notice how gorgeous the girl was when we weren’t actively competing, though I’d always known she was pretty. It was her ruthless wit that intimidated me, and kept me fighting tooth and nail for as long as I could remember.

My first memory of her was in kindergarten as we battled for a coveted popcorn prize in the class spelling bee. She beat me because I missed one letter in my word.

It never stopped—with each grade we found ourselves pitted against each other. Sometimes I’d surpass her and others times, she’d best me. I didn’t know if it was because we thought the same or because we were the only two students who enjoyed academics as much as we did, but either way there was never a time in my life where she wasn’t some kind of threat. I was thankful this time wasn’t one of them, but I’d be just as happy to send Branch her way on just about any other competition coming up.

I didn’t think so, I said when she continued to stare at me. But I had to know.

Okay, she said, the glitter in her pink lipstick catching the light when she smiled. You looking forward to our senior year? she asked, and cringed a little bit after the forced question.

I am now. I wasn’t sure if anyone else in the class would be going out for the scholarship, but if Zoey wasn’t, then my odds went way up. You? I asked, gripping the bag on my back tighter.

I couldn’t help but want to both keep talking to her and not—a weird battle that always raged inside me whenever I was around her. She was the reason I stayed so sharp, and yet she had also hand delivered so many insane blows academically. It was hard to know whether to like her or hate her, so we usually hung out in the awkward area in between.

Anything that gets me closer to Stanford has me excited.

I heard you’d applied there, too. I swallowed hard. It wasn’t like if she attended I couldn’t, but it was an instant physical reaction—Zoey’s presence meant my battle instincts were up regardless if there was nothing to fight over. History of competition ran deep.

She startled and her eyes darted to her cell. An alarm bell was blaring, but I couldn’t read the note on her screen. I’ve got to bolt, she said, motioning over her shoulder.

For sure, I said, waving her off. Good luck. I pressed my lips together after the words blurted from my mouth. I didn’t have a clue what I was wishing her luck for.

You, too. She laughed as she spun around and damn near power walked down the hallway.

Well, at least I won for being most awkward on the first day of senior year.

Chapter One

Gordon

The sound of clanking pans and the occasional sizzle drew me to the kitchen. I glanced at my watch, noting I was right on schedule for the day—5:15 a.m. I cherished this early morning time where the house was usually silent and I was able to enjoy it for ten blissful minutes before having to rush off to my dad’s restaurant to help prep before school.

I couldn’t wait to get to school today because I’d find out if I got the scholarship my entire future depended on. Dad insisted he’d somehow help pay for whatever I couldn’t cover, but if I got this? He wouldn’t have to spend a dime.

Why aren’t you at the restaurant? I asked as I rounded the corner.

My dad froze at the stove, the spatula in his hand stuck in midair as if he was vying for the best mannequin pose award. The non-movement was a rarity—normally you put my dad in front of a burner and it looked like an electric choreographed dance that ended with the best food in a fifty-mile radius.

I sat my bag on the table, the lightness of it throwing me. Today was graduation and I’d handed in all my books before leaving school yesterday.

Dad? I urged when the smell of bacon turned this side of burned.

His back was to me so I couldn’t see his face, but he jolted and went back to work flipping the bacon and eggs that filled the cast iron skillet. Morning.

I walked farther into the kitchen, rolling up my sleeves to wash my hands. You need some help? I eyed the prep bowls filled with cheese, sliced ham, and green onion beside him.

No, he said, sliding the over-easy eggs onto one plate and the greasy bacon onto another covered in paper towels.

Something going on at the shop today? Another pipe leak? My stomach twisted. The last thing we needed was another plumbing problem. I kept pushing Dad to move into a more modern space, but his partner, Hank, always quashed the idea. And of course he would. He was the most silent of silent partners unless he was voicing his distaste for any kind of change I pressed for at the shop.

Why change something when it’s working? he’d say whenever I tried to emphasize the importance of keeping the menu fresh as the seasons changed. We were two years overdue for an updated gas range, but again, Hank hadn’t found a thing wrong with the old stove, so we didn’t get a new one. I had thought about busting the thing on more than one occasion just so he’d have to give us the funds for updates, but I knew my dad wouldn’t approve.

No, nothing like that. Dad moved slower than usual, as if there was an extra twenty pounds sitting on his shoulders. He pushed past me without making eye contact and set the plate of food on our small kitchen table before taking a seat across from it. Eat. He pointed to it.

I sank into my designated chair, my heart in my throat. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the fork. Dad, I can’t remember a day in the last eight years that you were here when I woke up.

He rubbed his palms back and forth as he chewed on his lip.

Scooping up a bite of egg, I gave him time to sort out whatever was on his mind. As I munched the perfection that was his cooking, I half prayed he wasn’t about to launch into some sentimental speech about graduation that would leave us both in tears. Neither of us needed that shit today. Or any day.

After I’d cleaned half the plate, I dropped my fork. What is it?

Dad jerked his head up from where it had hung between his shoulders like a scolded dog, his eyes finally locking with mine. Something in the look made me push the plate away, a cold dread filling my gut and threatening to expel the goodness I’d just consumed.

I wanted to wait until after graduation to tell you this, he said, sucking in a deep breath. But I can’t put it off any longer.

I shifted in my seat, swallowing the acid that bubbled in my throat.

Son, I… He raked his fingers through the hair that was as brown as mine. I have to close the shop.

I slit my eyes at him, my heart thudding in my chest like I’d just kept pace with Fynn at one of his track meets. For renovations? I asked, but I could tell by the twisted way he shaped his face that the idea was a distant dream.

No. I have to sell it.

The floor dropped beneath my seat. What? I asked, sure I’d heard him wrong.

He laid his hands flat on the table, leaning back in his chair as he sighed. There was a complication with the books and now…we’re out of funding.

A vacuum sucked damn near all the air out of the room. That doesn’t make sense. Our revenue was up twenty percent for the year the last time I ran the figures, I said, rolling my eyes up to my head to pull the date out of my brain. Four months ago.

I know, he said. But that was before Hank…

The longer he didn’t finish the sentence, the lower my mouth dropped as I stared at him. What? I asked again, sharper this time.

He made some bad calls. Took money from the accounts without me noticing. And I don’t have any extra to keep us afloat after what he did. He pinched the bridge of his nose. I don’t have time to find another partner to help with the transition to make up for what Hank took. I either have to sell the restaurant or win the lottery in the next three days. He laughed, but

Reviews for Love Between Enemies

[swibells · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

After reading a serious mystery thriller, I had been in search of a sweet YA (,because it's my comfort genre, if that's even a term!) novel and though this was far from sweet -until the very ending- it did the job pretty well.

The story spans twenty-four hours, a single day, that changes the lives of Zoey and Gordon.

One misunderstood conversation leads to a day full of destruction, hurt, revenge plans and broken dreams.

But the story ends on a positive note, and that's what made me raise up the rating to four. I loved the ending!

Love Between Enemies is the perfect read if you're looking for something short sweet and hundred percent YA!

[beckymmoe_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Love Between Enemies is one of those reads that practically turns the pages for you--it's that readable. The whole book (with the exception of a tiny prologue) takes place in a single day--the bulk of it during the evening, at their graduation party--hence the title. It occurs simultaneously with books one and three in the series ( Love in the Friend Zone and the as-yet unnamed book featuring Lennon and Jade) and though you get tiny glimpses into the drama that is going on with the other couples at the party, each works fine as a standalone and the order you read them in shouldn't really matter.

Though the aforementioned glimpses pretty much ensure you want to read them all...

To be honest, for most of the book I liked Gordon more than I liked Zoey (though his misunderstanding of their mini-almost-non-conversation in the prologue felt a bit forced, it was necessary for the plot) because her need for revenge for what he does on the morning of graduation felt way, way out of proportion given their different situations, especially since she admits herself that a whole lot of people didn't "get" that he'd even dissed her. Her plan and its possible implications could have had real and lasting effect on years of his life, not just embarrassed him and made him cry once. She manages to make it okay in the end, but can you say overreact much?

Knowing the potential disaster that the two of them were barreling toward gave reading this a train-wreck-is-going-to-happen-any-minute-and-I-can't-look-away-from-it-just-in-case feel. The climax is truly horrifying, and Zoey fortunately pulls out all the stops in trying to make amends (as she should!). Though the fixes seem a bit too easy, they're what probably should have happened all along, so it's hard to be too nitpicky. The two of them really are cute together, which kind of makes everyone involved a bit sorry they've wasted most of the book not being cute together--but hey, those last few pages are adorable!

How soon until book three?

Rating: 4 stars / B+

I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.