Avoiding The End || ✓ [#1] FIUFAMNEXTGEN

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Chapter O3 || He sees you

;every moment matters

"What do you mean she hates you? Freya's like the nicest person ever, she likes everyone."

I glare at Jesse. "Everyone except me."

Donovan laughs. "There's finally a girl who's immune to the Simmons charm."

I put my foot in front of him and trip the asshole up.

"There's got to be a reason." Jesse chucks the ball in the air.

There is, but not a valid one. It was clearly an accident.

"She was the chick in the white jumper at the baller party I was on about." I tell him, dropping down into a crouch and jumping back up. "I spilt Jack Daniels on her and then made out she was small."

Jesse raises a brow. "She is small."

"I know!" I throw my arms to the side. "Now can you tell her that before my next session on Sunday."

Both of my idiot friends laugh.

"I think we should leave him to get out of this one alone." Don says to Jesse, knocking his arm with his.

Jesse winks at me. "Don't worry, cuz, she won't stay mad for long, and neither will you when you see how insane her lessons can be."

"How insane can a lesson be in the back of the library?" I retort.

A smirk grows on his lips. "You're in for a real surprise, bro."

• ❀ •

Sunday soon came around, after practise, a hot shower and a power nap, I was finally heading into the lions den, and by that I mean the back room of the library for my second session with Little Miss Freya.

Not to my surprise, she's already sitting in the chair, head ducked as she scrolls through her phone.

"Miss Freya." I drawl, a smirk tugs at my lips. "I for sure thought you weren't going to turn up today."

Her chocolate coloured eyes narrow when she scowls up at me. Adorable.

It's those same eyes I haven't been able to stop imagining. Even that pretty frown on her face has been on my mind for the past few days.

"Shows how well you know me then doesn't it, QB." she snipes, pushing to her full, little, size and grabs the strap of her bag. "Come on, we're already cutting it fine."

My brows crease. "Where we going?"

Instead of answering me like a normal damn person would, she brushes past me, just like she did that night at the party, and me? I follow her like a lost puppy dog.