[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
Bumbling out of my room the next morning — half an hour before my first class — I stomped down the stairs to the kitchen.
An entire night of tossing and turning had left me with more problems than the day before. It was dangerous because when I was alone at night with nothing but my thoughts, it was too easy to imagine the two of us together.
We ended up staying pretty late at Moxie's, filling the place with our laughter. I sat next to Tristan while Nadia and Adrian sat across from us. Nadia's generous chest earned her a very invested seatmate, while Adrian charmed everyone with his extroverted nature. He also had a very obvious thing for Tate, even if he tried his best to hide it.
It was a fun evening, giving me a glimpse into Tristan's team dynamics. Everyone listened and spoke to him with respect, but there was also camaraderie and humor among them all. The mostly male table produced some rather... creative jokes. Still, they were all kind to me, and no one commented on the two of us being together.
And then Tristan drove me home in his truck because my car was still in the library's parking lot, promising to pick me up in the morning so I could retrieve it. We kept playing at the friends thing, yet I couldn't ignore the palpable undercurrent of attraction that continued to buzz between us, especially as we said goodbye last night. There seemed to be a... hesitation to part. I didn't know how else to describe it.
I suspected the only way to address it would be in a bed, and we'd established that we wouldn't go there.
"Stop acting like you have any claim on him. She isn't encroaching on your territory, Amanda," I heard Jenny say, her voice laced with irritation — which was unusual for her.
I stopped in my tracks, not in the mood to deal with any of them. But I didn't have the time or patience to wait them out either. Sucking it up, I walked into the kitchen.
"I've clearly said in the past—" Amanda stopped talking when she noticed me, her eyes widening.
Most of my roommates were there, standing in a circle, obviously in the middle of a deep discussion. For once, Penelope wasn't at Amanda's side. They all went silent, staring at me like I was some exotic zoo animal.
"What?" I asked, frowning at their strange expressions.
"We didn't realize you were home," Jenny said by way of explanation, offering me a small but frayed smile.
"Where else would I be?" I frowned, heading for the cupboard to grab my Fruity Pebbles.
"Your car isn't here and no one saw you come home last night. Normally, we'd assume you're at your mom's, but when we saw the pictures, we weren't so certain." Molly shrugged, smirking. There was something in her expression — respect? Admiration? I couldn't quite tell, but it made my guard go up instantly.
