[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
Who?
Bryson? I'd slept with some guy named Bryson?
What the fuck was she saying?
"Amanda, I don't think this is a good idea. Let's go back, please," Penelope pleaded, attempting to pull Amanda away from me.
She had obviously rushed back to her boss like a good little puppet to relay my message. I had to admit, though, I hadn't expected Amanda to confront me in person. Despite the long-standing animosity between us, we had never had an outright fight. Jenny, the peacemaker, always stepped in before things could escalate.
Confused, I blinked at her. "I literally have no idea what you're saying right now. Who's Bryson?"
"My ex-boyfriend, Bryson!" she screeched, stepping closer to me.
"No fucking shit," I growled, leaning heavily on the sarcasm. "I have no clue who Bryson is — whether you dated him or not. And I certainly didn't have sex with him."
Had she really been treating me like garbage all because of this? This was it? This was the fucking reason? Because she thought I'd slept with this random man? You've got to be kidding me.
"Yes, you did! He told me everything, so you can stop playing dumb," she exclaimed, her voice rising and drawing the attention of those nearby.
Crossing my arms, I just stared at her. I genuinely didn't know how to reply to anything she was saying; I was just confused and annoyed. Looking to my best friend for guidance, I found her sipping on her coffee, observing us with an amused twinkle in her eye. The subtle curve of her mouth signaled that I was on my own — she wanted to see how this all played out.
I shot her an unimpressed scowl. The barista, caught in the middle of our standoff, stared at us with wide, enraptured eyes. A few nearby patrons had also begun to notice the escalating tension, attempting to observe us without being too obvious.
I sighed, resigning myself to this ridiculous situation. "Can you at least tell me who this guy is before you accuse me of sleeping with him?"
She only seemed to get more mad at my words, her pretty face flushing bright red, but thankfully, she provided me with some much-needed details. "Bryson Pendergast — he was a senior who played on the football team last year. I introduced you two the day you moved in."
No wonder I was struggling to remember him. Those days had blurred together as I fought to pull myself from a deep, dark hole. Every day had been an internal battle as I'd forced myself to go to class, to eat, to do anything but wallow in darkness. If you'd asked me anything about that time, all I could tell you was what it felt like to be drowning outside of water.
"Okay... what did he look like? Did he have any defining features?" I raised a brow, unimpressed.
Bailey suppressed a snicker, disguising it with another sip of her coffee. In contrast, Penelope stood frozen beside Amanda, her complexion draining with every passing moment.
