[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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Tristan
T: Hey, where did you disappear to?
T: Hannah?
I frowned at the lack of responses from her. It had been several hours since I'd last seen her, and a strange unease settled in my chest. I missed her. No—I was worried. Worried if she was okay. What if something had happened to her? I hadn't heard from Bailey either, which probably meant they were together, but that didn't ease the knot of frustration growing inside me.
With a sigh, I pocketed my phone, scanning the area one last time, but it was pointless. They were nowhere in sight, and I had no idea where to start looking.
As I'd spent the day with my team and fans, joining in various activities, my eyes kept wandering — searching for her in the crowd. But she was noticeably absent and I couldn't find her anywhere. She'd been MIA since this morning, after that awkward moment between us, followed by her crazy roommate jumping me out of nowhere. I was worried that she'd left because of that.
"You okay, Beckett?" Tate's voice rang out beside me.
I turned to him, lifting an eyebrow. "Yeah? Why?"
"You seem a little distracted." His eyes scanned me, seeing a lot more than he let on. "Is it Hoodie-Girl? I haven't seen her since this morning. Everything cool between you two?"
"I think so." I frowned, thinking more on it.
Was it? I thought so, but what the fuck did I know? Sometimes it was really hard to tell what was going on inside that pretty little head of hers. While she wasn't shy about giving her opinion, I sometimes got the impression she was holding back.
Maybe I'd made a mistake in assuming she'd eventually share her thoughts at her own pace. I didn't want to pressure her into discussing things she found difficult to talk about. Hell, I understood that myself, so I had let us skirt around any serious topics. I thought we were having fun.
Fuck. What if it was my 'future date night' comment? It had just slipped out because, with her, everything felt so easy, so natural. But thinking back to that flicker of panic in her eyes... maybe I'd hit a nerve without even realizing it. Running my hand through my hair, I gripped the damp strands tightly, battling the guilt that gnawed at me.
Or maybe she was pissed because of her crazy roommate? But she had to see me push the woman away almost immediately, right? I'd tried to temper my reaction, keeping my face as blank as possible when she touched me, but I couldn't completely hide the disgust and anger surging within me. I plucked her off me like an annoying tick and deposited her in front of me, keeping my voice short and sharp as I told her I would sue her for sexual harassment if she ever did that again. I must have gotten the message across because the girl actually ran out of there, followed by her mousy roommate, who had her phone out presumably to take a picture of us. I was going to be fucking furious if they showed that to Hannah, but just in case, I'd make sure to explain myself as soon as I saw her.
