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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒

(ANOTHER CHAPTER DOWN! as always don't be dry reader's comments always make the story better.)

"GET FUCKED." Winslow exclaimed, looking down at her phone with a gasp. Sloane jumped slightly from where she sat from beside Winslow, turning to her best friend in concern.

"What's wrong?" She asked, her voice laced with curiosity and raised a brow when Winslow looked up at her with a smirk.

"Looks like your girl is gonna be there." Winslow teased with a smirk, turning the phone to show her the instagram story she just opened.

Since the interview, Tate, Winslow and Ruby had been teasing the footballer about her crush on Malia. Especially during a rant, she went on last night about how beautiful she is. Sloane couldn't give a damn though about the teasing, if she was gonna be teased for finding Malia gorgeous, so be it.

Sloane rolls her eyes, trying to keep the blush from rising to her cheeks. "How many times do I have to tell you she isn't worried about me?" She sighs out.

"Yeah ok" Winslow scoffs, rolling her eyes jokingly making Sloane side eye her. "See if you say the same when you see her, in person."

"You know I'm not looking for a relationship, bear." Sloane admits, leaning her arm on the door of the car as the wind blew in her loose curls from the cracked window.

Winslow's eyes softened, sighing as she turned to face the Bellingham girl. "Sloane, I know you aren't but let's be real for a second. You've never even spoken to her, so I don't know why you're jumping to the thought of a relationship." She pointed out, before Sloane opened her mouth to talk. "Don't even try to deny, cause I know you want a girlfriend. You just don't want to get hurt again."

Sloane let out a humorless chuckle. "I hate you know me so well." Winslow rolled her eyes, hooking an arm around Sloane's neck and pulling her close. "No you don't" She smiles. "Now, let's go. It's too early and I'm too sober."

As if on que, the Tate stopped the car. "We're here ladies." Tate announced, getting out the car and walking around to open the door for them both. The three-coming face to face with two security guards, one being hispanic and the other american but both being well over six feet tall. They led the group into building to the party.

The moment they stepped inside, it felt like all of their eardrums were ready to burst or they already had when they pulled up. Familiar voices yelled their names over the booming music as they walked through the door. No matter how many times Sloane has been in the stadium, people chanting her name, it's always a different feeling when coming around people you haven't seen in forever.

Of course, the three had gained attention over the years, most of the people there being other celebrities who snapped their heads to see who had just walked in.

"Shit, it's loud." Winslow chuckled, grabbing a hold of both Tate and Sloane's hand as they weaved through the sea of people.

"Pretty sure everyone's staring at us now." Sloane pointed out, noticing curious glances thrown their way, not to mention the people they knew still yelling their names.

Tate chuckled as they made it to the kitchen. "Can you blame them?" He winked confidently to a girl who had been eyeing him since they walked in, earning an eye roll from Winslow.