(18+!)
Blake Evans is king of the tennis court at Westbridge University...and he's also a prick, a womanizer, a player, and an asshole. He's touted as one of the next stars of tennis, building hype and excitement around the program with every win...
The night air was crisp, and the cabin was buzzing with excitement as the girls gathered in the bedrooms and bathrooms, getting ready for the first major event of the weekend—the Cabin Formal. The event was more of a playful tradition than anything too serious, but everyone had brought their best outfits, eager to make the most of the night. The hum of conversation and laughter filled the hallways, and Brooke found herself happily caught up in the energy of it all.
She sat at the small vanity in her shared bedroom, carefully applying her makeup under the soft glow of the lights. The room was filled with the scent of perfume, hairspray, and the quiet chatter of the girls as they flitted between the bathroom and the bedrooms, helping each other pick outfits and trading beauty tips. It was the first real "girl time" Brooke had had with the team, and she was enjoying every moment of it.
Brooke was focused on perfecting her eyeliner, leaning close to the mirror, when she heard the door creak open. Alyssa stepped in, still in her casual clothes but already looking excited for the night ahead. She paused for a moment, her eyes widening as she took in Brooke's appearance.
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"Whoa," Alyssa breathed, walking over to Brooke with a look of admiration. "Brooke, you look incredible."
Brooke giggled, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks as she glanced up at Alyssa through the mirror. "Thank you," she said with a smile, her voice warm and soft. "I'm just finishing up. I wanted to make sure I looked decent for the night."
"Decent?" Alyssa laughed, shaking her head. "Girl, you're absolutely glowing. You look like you're ready for the red carpet." She stepped closer, her gaze lingering on Brooke's flawless makeup—her perfectly blended eyeshadow, her sharp eyeliner, and the soft shimmer that highlighted her cheeks.
Brooke laughed again, dipping her brush into a bit of blush to add the final touch. "You're too sweet," she said, dabbing the brush lightly across her cheekbones. She glanced over at Alyssa with a playful grin. "I'm just glad I didn't mess it up."
Alyssa's eyes lit up as she watched Brooke finish her makeup, her tone shifting to a more curious and excited one. "Hey," she said, a playful smile crossing her lips. "Do you think you could do my makeup too? I'm hopeless at it compared to you."
Brooke blinked in surprise, her smile widening as she nodded. "Of course!" she said, clearly flattered. "I'd love to! Come sit over here," she added, motioning for Alyssa to take a seat at the vanity next to her.
Later, as Brooke carefully applied the final touches of makeup to Alyssa's face, the room around them seemed to buzz with growing excitement. The other girls, who had been scattered between the bathroom and bedrooms, began to gravitate toward her as she worked, drawn in by the atmosphere Brooke was creating. The transformation was happening right in front of them, and before long, Brooke had become the center of attention.
"Wow, Alyssa, you look amazing!" one of the girls exclaimed as Brooke stepped back to admire her work. Alyssa blinked, looking at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes widening in surprise and delight.
