[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
"Would you rather have mustard in everything you drink or tuna in everything you eat?"
I scrunched my nose — I hated both of those things with a passion.
"That's disgusting. Neither."
"Come on, you have to pick one."
"Then I'll go with the mustard one. I love food too much to ruin it with tuna."
Jace laughed and made a noise of agreement.
We were sitting on a park bench watching dogs and their owners run around while eating massive scoops of ice cream in sugar cones. These were our second cones and we were both nearly done.
Last night I managed to convince my mom to let him spend the day with me before heading to the Knight's game. It took a lot of begging and emotional manipulation to get her to agree to let us go out without her — but she eventually did when I promised to have him back by nine that evening. Which was fine; I wasn't planning on taking my sixteen-year-old brother to any parties or clubs, though I'm sure he'd love that.
This morning, when I handed over the two tickets to go and watch the Knights play in Boulder, he lost his mind. He ran a celebratory lap around the house, yelling the entire time. Even my mom cracked a reluctant smile at his excitement.
And so, for the whole of the morning before the game, we hung out together. I took him to go have waffles for breakfast, burgers for lunch, and now we were eating ice cream. And you bet we were still going to chow down on a lot more at the game. Our arteries had to be screaming, but we didn't care.
Together we watched as a small wiener dog chased a black Labrador around the park, only for the Labrador to turn around and tackle the smaller dog. They rolled, a blur of black and brown.
Jace's eyes were glued to the pair. "When I'm out of the house, I'm gonna get a dog. I don't care what type, I just want a dog."
My heart squeezed in my chest. "Yeah?"
He nodded and we both laughed as the smaller dog leaped in the air, yapping like a mad thing as the Labrador ran circles around it.
Our dad had gotten Jace a dog for his tenth birthday, but when the puppy chewed the dining room table's legs and broke a whole bunch of kitchenware by running into the table, our mom got rid of it. She had no patience for a puppy and we were banned from getting any kind of pet after that. I could still hear my brother's heartbroken sobs as the new owners drove away with his new best friend. I don't think I could ever forgive my mother for doing that to him.
"They are stinking cute." I grinned when the Labrador ran away from the smaller dog nipping at his heels.
We watched for a couple more minutes and then I looked down at my phone. The game started at six and it was nearly five. We had a pretty long drive ahead of us.