[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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"You were on fucking fire, Captain!" Alex, the younger of the McGraw twins, grabbed me and gracefully jumped a good six feet in the air, using my shoulders as a launch pad.
I chuckled and caught his head in a headlock, playfully ruffling his fluffy blonde hair as he squirmed to break free. We tussled for a few minutes before he slumped in defeat. Owen, the other twin, swooped in, wrapping his arms around my waist, and I shifted my focus to catching him in the same grip. He laughed like a little boy and dodged my hands, running towards the showers.
I looked away with a small smirk on my face. Truth be told, I hadn't stopped smiling since that final whistle.
I shook my head, trying to clear the water from my hair before running my fingers through the damp strands. It would air-dry soon enough. As I changed out of my gear, my teammates came over one by one, offering their congratulations on my performance.
"Not bad, Captain," Joey Finnigan called out, his dark eyes flashing with a mix of begrudging admiration and irritation.
I could tell Joey's words weren't exactly a compliment. Ever since I'd told him off and ordered him to stand down, he'd been gunning for me. It seemed like he was constantly watching my every move, waiting for any sign of weakness, and seizing every opportunity to throw out sarcastic, back-handed remarks. I could feel his resentment every time he spoke to me. For the past two weeks, it had felt like I was under a microscope, trying to prove myself over and over again while the team waited for me to slip up.
I jerked my chin in acknowledgment of Joey's words as I walked away, pulling my football jersey over my head. I retrieved the spare shoes I kept in my locker, bending down to put them on and lace them up. I ignored the enthusiastic slaps on my ass from my rowdy teammates.
Once I was finished, Tate, Ryan, and Tai joined me, all dressed and ready to head out, duffle bags slung over their shoulders. Tate extended a hand, and I clasped it, pulling him in for a quick side hug as we patted each other on the back.
"Nice moves today, Twinkle Toes," he said.
"Not bad yourself, Mitchell. You were almost able to keep up with me."
He chuckled while the others greeted me. Ryan grabbed my face and planted a wet kiss on both of my cheeks, his damp curls dripping water onto my nose. As he leaned in for an actual smooch, I blocked him with a hand on his face and shoved him away. He laughed and stumbled back, colliding with Tai, who silently caught and steadied him.
"We ready to head out? My car's parked pretty close," Tate mentioned and I nodded in agreement.
"AFTER PARTY, BABY. FUCK YEAH!" Alex shouted, zooming past us. A couple of guys cheered in response.
"Make good decisions! Use protection!" I yelled after him.
"Yes, Dad!"
We all laughed at his response and walked out, our footsteps echoing through the corridor like a victory anthem. I tried to ignore the high I was currently riding, clenching and unclenching my hands. I bounced on my heels when walking became too stifling. The adrenaline had yet to leave my system and I looked like a crackhead coming off his high.
