[18+] ENEMIES TO LOVERS SPORTS ROMANCE
She can't stand the school's golden boy, but when fate keeps throwing them together, their rivalry starts to look a lot like chemistry-and suddenly they're not playing the game they thought they were.
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Hannah
I was greeted with a scream as I stepped into the communal house I shared with four other girls.
There were some muffled voices, and then a pained groan. It almost sounded like someone was giving birth. I stopped in the foyer with a confused frown and looked toward the old oak stairs—the direction the scream had come from.
Shutting the door behind me, I started up the stairs, one of my hands trailing up the metal railing. Flecks of old paint flaked off, sticking to my palm—and I had to wipe my hand on my jeans with a grimace.
The house was a two-story wreck: one bathroom per floor, an outdated kitchen that probably hadn't seen an upgrade since the '80s, and a living room permanently blasting reality shows. The dining room had been repurposed into a makeshift gym that consisted of an old treadmill and a spin bike that sounded like turtles fucking when you used it. The five bedrooms were split one to four—Tanya downstairs, the rest of us upstairs. And of course, the musty basement that smelled like mouse droppings and wet wood. We tried to avoid going down there at all costs.
Wincing at yet another ear-piercing scream, I followed the noise to the first room on the right from the stairs—Jenny's room. The door was wide open, so I popped my head in to see what all the commotion was—
—and was met with the unwanted sight of my roommate's vagina.
Jenny, the owner of said vagina, was lying on the bed, legs spread, as our other roommates surrounded her. They were all focused on the area between her legs. Tanya practically had her nose buried in it.
Groaning, I closed my eyes immediately, trying to banish the mental image I now had of Jenny's nether regions. Only to open my eyes again when she let out another agonized yell. What the fuck was happening?
"Sorry, sorry. It's just really infected," Tanya, a short-haired Latina, mumbled. She was the only one actually touching the tall redhead's genitals, poking and prodding as her arm casually rested on Jenny's stomach. Upon closer inspection, I could see she was wearing a pair of blue hospital gloves.
Molly appeared a little green as she stared at the place between Jenny's legs. "This is why I could never be gay."
"Uh... hey, guys," I announced my presence, unsure if I should interrupt whatever they were doing.
All of the girls' heads swiveled in my direction—minus Tanya, who was completely focused on her task. Amanda's dark blue eyes narrowed the second she saw me. Her gaze swept over me from head to toe before she looked away, lips tightening in obvious distaste.
She was sprawled on Jenny's purple barrel chair like she owned the place, with her head propped up by one hand, wearing a bored expression. Her long brown hair pooled down to her waist, a few strands slipping forward to frame the curve of her shoulders—and the low-cut white top that two mounds of pale breasts threatened to spill from.
