𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮
in which the cliché of the star basketball player and captain of the cheer squad becomes a reality
𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜
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𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, Emiliana stood outside the entrance of the gym, waiting for Nathan to meet her. The cool night air brushed against her skin as her mind was still buzzing from the excitement of the game. She didn't have to wait long before a group of guys swaggered up to her, one of them leading the pack with a cocky smirk plastered on his face.
"You're Emili, right?" the guy asked, his eyes scanning her from head to toe with a look of brazen confidence.
Emiliana squinted at him, trying to place his face. There was something familiar about him, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. "Uh, yeah... Do I know you?"
The guy's smirk widened as if he was expecting the question. "Damien West," he announced, as if the name should mean something to her. "And I gotta say, you look great in blue. But you'd look even better with me."
His words dripped with arrogance, and Emiliana's stomach churned with discomfort. Before she could respond, she felt a familiar warmth behind her as Nathan approached, his presence instantly grounding her. He placed his hands on her hips protectively, gently moving her away from Damien's space.
"I think you're out of your league," Nathan said, his voice low and steady, his eyes narrowing at Damien.
Damien stood up straighter, not backing down. He sized Nathan up, a thin smile playing on his lips. "Nathan Scott," he said, almost like it was a challenge.
Nathan's grip on Emiliana tightened slightly as he glared back at Damien. The tension between them was palpable, and Emiliana felt caught in the middle of something bigger than just a random confrontation.
"You two know each other?" she asked, looking between them, still trying to figure out why Damien seemed so familiar.
Nathan didn't take his eyes off Damien. "From High Flyers," he replied, his tone flat. "You still missing your free throws, West?"
Damien chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Who cares? They don't show free throws on SportsCenter. You know what else they don't show? The Ravens." He sneered the name, his tone dripping with disdain. "Heard you guys lost your shooter. Guess your season's over, huh?"
Nathan shook his head, unfazed by the jab. "No, I don't think so."
Damien raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the verbal sparring. "Well, unless you win this tournament, you're not making the post-season. And let's be real—you're not gonna win it, because we are. We're undefeated." His grin widened, as if the idea of losing didn't even cross his mind.
"For now," Nathan shot back coolly, his confidence unwavering. Without another word, he wrapped an arm firmly around Emiliana's waist and began leading her away from the group. "Let's go, Emi."
As they walked away, Damien called out after them, his voice laced with smugness. "See you on the court, Scott. And Emili," his tone turned suggestive, "I'll see you in bed. Again."
