[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
Stepping out of view, I started banging on the door with my fist. My goal was to scare the living shit out of them by making them think they'd been caught. And it seemed I got what I wanted when I heard a chair scrape against the floor and then fall over. I heard him curse. Then there was furious, rapid whispering and rustling of clothes as they hurried to clear all evidence of what they'd been doing. Still, they had to believe they'd been caught.
I was of half a mind to report them anyway.
The door swung open, and I was greeted by the face of the man I hated most. Well—second most. Someone else still held that plaque, but at the rate this asshole was going, he might just get first place.
"Sir, we were just—" He stopped abruptly when he saw me.
I watched as recognition covered his too-pretty face. His luscious, swollen lips curled into anger, and he glared down at me, mirrored hatred filling his emerald eyes. His dark hair was a mess, like someone had yanked on it repeatedly. His clothes were also a mess; a quick glance down showed me his zipper was still down. At least his shoelaces were tied.
The girl was hiding behind him, but from the brief glimpse I'd gotten of her, she was beautiful. Because of course she was. Honey-roasted skin, thick, black curls, and a fashion sense that Bailey would love. As someone who only dressed for comfort and anonymity, I recognized when someone dressed better than I did.
"Are you stalking me? Because if you are, I will press charges," he threatened, real anger present in his cold gaze.
For a moment, it surprised me, causing me to falter before I quickly recovered. I crossed my arms and gave him an extra judgmental stare.
"I should be saying that, asshole. How is it that we've bumped into each other three times in the span of two days, and every single instance has had something to do with your penis?"
His jaw visibly worked as he opened his mouth to retort, but was interrupted.
The girl stepped out from behind him, looking up at him with a frown.
"What's she talking about, baby?"
Baby? Oh. Was this his girlfriend? Because if so, I felt really bad for her. Or maybe she had it coming if she was willing to date his sleazy ass. Sure, he was ridiculously hot, but his behavior made him ugly.
His gaze flicked down to her briefly before coming back to mine. "It's the weirdest thing, actually. This crazy chick keeps following me around."
"Excuse me," I said, "I am not following you! I booked this room days ago. Which means I'm the only one who should be using it right now. Also—its purpose is to study in, not fornicate in."
"Fornicate? What are you? Fifty? And the room was empty. As far as I'm concerned, it was up for grabs. No one actually books any of these rooms—it's first-come, first-served," he said.
