[18+] ENEMIES TO LOVERS SPORTS ROMANCE.
*REWRITTEN*
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Hannah Walker doesn't trust anyone, especially men.
They're manipulative and toxic - her lousy ex taught her that lesson well.
Enter Tristan Beckett, the embodiment of everything she despis...
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Hannah
I was greeted with a loud, girly scream as I stepped into the communal house that I shared with seven other girls. I stopped in the entryway with a confused frown and looked towards the old oak stairs — the direction the scream came from.
The house was a two-story wreck with a tiny bathroom on each floor, an outdated kitchen likely built in the '80s, and a living room that almost always had reality shows playing on the TV. The dining room had been turned into a home gym that was hardly used and there were seven bedrooms in total, with five being upstairs. Two of my roommates, Jenny and Aqua, took the two downstairs rooms while the rest of us stayed upstairs.
There were some muffled voices, and then another scream cut through the air, making me jump. It almost sounded like someone was giving birth.
I closed the door behind me and hurried up the stairs, one of my hands trailing up the old metal railing. Flecks of old paint flaked off, and I wiped my hand on my pants. Wincing at another ear-piercing scream, I followed the noise to the second room on the right from the stairs — Tanya's room. The door was wide open, so I popped my head in to see what all the commotion was —
And stared directly at my roommate's vagina.
Jenny, the owner of said vagina, was lying on the bed, legs spread and facing the door as all of our other roommates surrounded her. They were all very focused on the area between her legs, bent over to examine it more closely. Tanya practically had her nose buried in it.
Groaning, I closed my eyes immediately, trying to banish the mental image I now had of Jenny's nether regions, but they shot back open when Jenny let out another agonized yell. Just what the hell was happening?
"Sorry, sorry. It's just really stuck in there," Tanya, the short-haired Latina, mumbled. She was the only one actually touching our roommate's genitals, poking and prodding as her arm casually rested on Jenny's stomach. Upon closer inspection, I could see she was wearing a pair of blue hospital gloves.
Molly appeared a little green as she stared at the place between Jenny's legs. "This is why I could never be gay."
"Uh... hey, guys," I announced my presense, unsure if I should interrupt whatever they were doing. It could have been some kind of bonding ritual between them all. If so, I wanted nothing to do with it.
All of the girl's heads swiveled in my direction — minus Tanya, who was completely focused on her task. Amanda, a stunning brunette with dark blue eyes, narrowed her eyes in displeasure when she saw me. Her eyes traveled up and down my body, before she looked away, a sour expression crossing over her face.
Next to Amanda was her best friend and lackey, Penelope. Penelope was what you called 'fun-sized' without any of the fun. She was really short, barely cresting five two — with big brown eyes and hair dyed a similar shade to mine. And while no one ever said anything, it was glaringly obvious how much Penelope sought Amanda's praise and validation. It was just plain weird how she did everything Amanda told her to.
