[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
"You know Tristan Beckett wants to bone you, right?"
We'd been driving for the past ten minutes, and I had to listen to my younger brother rave about that asshole for every single one of those minutes. Why couldn't he have another idol? One I didn't know?
"Can we all stop calling him Tristan Beckett? That's so weird. He's Tristan — just Tristan. We don't have to include his surname every time we talk about him." My hands clenched around the steering wheel as I stared straight ahead. "And he doesn't want to bone me," I added stubbornly.
Jace snorted. "Uh, yeah, he does."
I directed a glare at him. "You don't know that for sure."
"Uh, yeah, I do. Did you see the look on his face when he thought I was your boyfriend? He was jealous."
The thought of Tristan being jealous over me made me... uncomfortable. I didn't want to think about it because if I did, I'd never stop.
"Can we stop talking about this? Tristan Be— dammit, Tristan is never going to get the opportunity to bone me, so this conversation is pointless." I swallowed hard, now desperate to change the subject.
"Are you sure about that? Because I saw the way you were looking at each other. You guys had a vibe."
"Vibe? What vibe? There was no vibe— you're imagining things." I forced myself to sound disgusted even as my heart beat loud enough to echo in my ears.
"There was totally a sex vibe."
"Ew, I'm your sister. Do you really want to discuss any sex vibes I might have with a guy?"
"Not normally, but if it means that Tristan Beckett will be my brother-in-law, then yeah. Don't fumble this one, Hannah. Imagine the babies you two would make. With both his and my genes combined, the baby's definitely making it into the football hall of fame." He sounded like the idea excited him.
My mouth positively dropped open in shock. "Brother-in-law, babies — what! No! Get those thoughts out of your head! Have I mentioned that we don't get along? And do you really think I want to be in a relationship right now, especially after my last one? Any more mention of that man and I will stop this car and you can walk home."
He laughed dryly. "You sound like Mom."
Ouch. He didn't have to hit that hard.
"Yeah, well, you sound like Bailey."
"Hey! That's going too far."
Jason and Bailey's relationship was anything but friendly these days. Whenever they crossed paths, Bailey took pleasure in antagonizing him, and his reactions were nothing short of intense. He never listened when I told him to ignore her or walk away, always unable to resist taking the bait. And so Bailey always found new ways to push his buttons.
