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𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 | 𝐶𝑜𝑜𝑘

LOGAN

I unlocked the door of the house. Behind me were the boys who, like me, just want to go home, eat and go to sleep. I threw my bag to the side of my shoulder. The pressure subsided and it couldn't be better.

I massaged it slightly as I threw myself exhausted on the couch. "No one thought that training gonna destroyed the champion," I feel a slap on my back, where a painful pull was created. However, my eyes remain closed, as the slap released the tension a little.

"Hey, guys." my eyes opened when the girl's voice came into my ear. I held myself with my hands up and looked exactly from the couch to the kitchen, as there was no wall.

Everyone else except Jeremy, who already disappeared into his room, looked at the good-looking girl who has an apron from Fane on. "Who is that?" Jean leaned down to me with arms crossed together in front of his chest. "I don't know," I whispered back to him.

I see the girl here for the first time. Like some others this month. "What are you doing?" Fane sat down on the stool at the counter and looked at the blonde hair girl who is holding a cloth in her hand.

"I thought that since you all come from hard training and definitely want to eat something. I went into the kitchen and cooked." "Then Fane doesn't have to stand in the kitchen." Jeremy came out of his room.

The front door opened and Gunnar appear, who came a little later because he still had something to do. "Fane, you are my God," he threw the keys on the table as he looked at Fane and then into the kitchen to the girl who smiles at him wide. "Isabella?" "I stayed and cooked something. I hope you and, of course, you all don't mind," she came close to him and hugs Gunnar.

Jeremy turns to me, held his nose to not laugh out loud. I lay down flat and did it like him.

We all know that Gunnar is never serious when it's get to relationships. He invites girls here into the house, sleeps with them, and they won't be there when we come back from training. Not a single one stayed here to cook for us, as nice as it sounds.

Gunnar often just leaves the house with the condition that they disappear after he left, because he doesn't want to stress them and that also works, everyone has gone so far, the only thing that may still happen is that you saw them go out of the door in the morning, but cooking? No, that doesn't happen, and it looks like it won't end well for her. Even if I'm sorry for her.

"Yes, everything's fine." Gunnar is open and honest, but here he sweats, and we all see that. He doesn't know anything like that, he has it easy with girls, but it's different with Isabella. "Okay, good." She broke away from him, put on the oven gloves, and took the food out of the oven. "Then come on, the dinner is ready."

I got up like every single one, we sat down at the already laid table. The warm steam of the casserole rises up. The smell is not from this world, the water is converging in my mouth.