The Love We Deny ✔️ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 25 - Lunch

"Next time you blackmail someone, you might want to check under your bed for skeletons first," I voiced once Naomi approached her car. I'd been waiting for her since the end of practice. As things would have it, she had been called into Coach's office and by the teary look in her eyes, the conversation hadn't been pleasant. Well too bad. This one wasn't going to be a walk in the park for her either.

"What do you want?" she seethed, clearly already in a very sour mood.

"I want you to drop the treats. Stop calling me to walk your dog, or clean your house," I explained.

She looked at me with wide eyes before laughing at my face.

"And why would I do that?" she asked humoring me.

"Because I have just as much evidence about you, if not more," I explained "You might want to have a look." I turned my phone so the screen faced her when the video played.

It was rather satisfying to watch her smile disappear from her face. Touchdown.

"I'm sure you wouldn't want this to get out, not only would you be off the team but I'm sure the police would also like to have a word with you," I threatened feeling like for once I had enough power for her not to step all over me like a doormat.

I walked away, leaving her standing by her car door, stunned silent.

As I made my way to my car, the hair on my neck stood still as my heartbeat rose. I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me.

I snapped my head back and scanned my surroundings only to come up empty. The parking lot was dark, I power walked the rest of the way to my car. I couldn't wait to get away, this place was giving me the creeps.

The next morning, the sunlight warmed the side of my face and gently woke me up. These were always the best mornings. Waking up with the sun meant waking up early and without the blaring sound of the alarm. I always found that I ended up feeling more rested and more energized when it happened.

I checked my phone to see that indeed, I hadn't received any messages from Naomi, normally I'd wake up to random tasks she'd want me to do, but not anymore. Yet, despite the perfect morning I was having, the icy cloud that had settled on my friends was heavy on my shoulders.

The tension between Marketa and Al was still high despite one full week going by. Al hadn't backed down from her decision and Marketa was still confused and angry about it. I had tried sorting it out a couple of times, but it was no use.

I was making my coffee in the kitchen while looking out the window trying to make sense of all the thoughts coursing through my head when a timid knock sounded on my front door. It was so faint I wasn't sure I had heard correctly. I stilled, waiting for a second before hearing another light knock.

Weird. I wasn't expecting anyone and Kyle would never knock so lightly. Maybe it was Marketa or Alisson?

I made my way to the door and looked into the peek-hole. What. The. Fuck.

I reluctantly opened the door to find out that I wasn't dreaming. The brunette I had first met in Kyle's apartment and later seen him running with was standing in front of me.

Did the booty call just knock on the wrong door? I couldn't help but think. Petty much? I was just about to tell her to leave when her sweet voice reached my ear.

"Hey! I'm Camilla, Kyle's sister." Say what now? "My parents and I are in town for the weekend and they wanted to ask you if you were interested in having lunch with us."

I was taken aback by the proposition, it was completely unexpected and even a bit odd. Why would they want me to join them? Not only that but I was having a hard time swallowing the sister part as well.