𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌; 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐙𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒

Seven

Emily Abbott

The next morning after I fought with my brother for the bathroom for twelve minutes, I headed downstairs for some coffee.

The complementary coffee from the hotel was my go to in the mornings, putting cream and sugar into the cup before turning around.

The coffee nearly spilled when I bumped straight into Trevor.

"Oh, hey." I said, sipping at the small bit of coffee that had formed on the lid.

"Hey, Abbott."

"You doing anything today?" He asked me. I shook my head.

"We could go back to my room and order a pizza. Watch a movie or something?"

I bit back a gushy smile.

"Oh, sure. That sounds like fun." I replied, ducking around him to grab a cup and fill it with coffee.

He placed himself next to me, nodding once.

"Great. Come by at 6?" He grinned as I took a sip of coffee.

I nodded, watching him as he watched me.

"Morning...guys." I snapped away to find Dylan standing in front of us, armed crossed and hip popped.

"Morning, cutie." Trevor took a step towards my brother and pinched his cheek.

"What are you guys talking about?" Dylan's eyes flicked in between us, trying to figure it out himself.

"This coffee. It tastes like dust." Trevor smiled.

Dylan's look told me he didn't quite believe Trevor. Dylan wasn't one to cause a scene, I was thankful.

"Well, I'll see you guys later.

"okay, i'm going on a date so i gotta look good." i told him.

"a date? with who?" he asked and i tucked in my lips.

"i cant tell you." i told him, before grabbing my phone and sitting on my bed.

"is it one of my teammates?" dylan asked and i made a face.

"any of those uglies, no way." i told him and he raised his eyebrow before turning away.

i blew out a breath, before deciding to grab a book out of my suitcase.

.

by 5:40, i had given up and decided to wear an oversized t-shirt and shorts.

i ran a brush through my hair and grabbed my phone as dylan came out of the bathroom.

"are you leaving?" he asked and i nodded. "who are you going on the date with?"

"i'm not telling you." i told him, going over to my suitcase to grab nike socks.

"why not!" he huffed and gave him a look, before running my hands through my hair.

i grabbed a sweatshirt and put it on.

i checked the time on my phone, before smiling up at him, grabbing a key card and walking towards the door.

"bye." i looked at dylan, waving at him, before opening and closing the door.

i walked the ten doors down and knocked on the door.

a couple seconds later, trevor opened the door in a sweatshirt and sweatpants.

"hi." i gave him a cheeky smile, blushing even at the sight of him.

"hey, cmon in." he said, putting his hand on my lower back as i walked into his room.

the pizza bc was on the table in the room and i ran to it as trevor laughed.

"what're watching?" he asked as i opened the box, taking in the smell.

"how about a disney movie marathon?" i asked him, which made him throw his head back, but agree anyway.

i took two slices of pizza and put each on a plate, then grabbed a couple napkins and joined trevor on the bed.

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