[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
We managed to get all the way down the stairs and into the living room without detection. The girls were focused on their morning routines, so they remained easily distracted. Which worked wonders when you were attempting to discreetly sneak out a giant man from the house.
I stood in the doorway, keeping a lookout, while Fuckface searched for his phone. Five minutes in, and with each passing moment, I was growing more fidgety and anxious.
"What is taking you so long!" I whisper-yelled, poking my head back into the room.
He was on the floor in a plank position, busy looking under the couch. Without looking at me, he answered, "I can't find it anywhere. Maybe my buddies took it with them—or maybe one of your roommates has it and is busy taking nude selfies as we speak."
I rolled my eyes. "Just keep looking, idiot."
"What do you think I'm doing?" he replied.
"Wasting our time. Have you looked between the couch cushions? If we don't find it in the next few seconds, we're leaving. You can walk home."
"Of course I've looked—ah ha! Found it." He pulled the black phone from between the cushions and presented it to me with a proud look on his gorgeous face.
"Great! Now let's g—"
I stopped when I heard someone coming down the stairs. It was Molly, dressed in her lime pj's, light brown hair curled to perfection, and wearing a green face mask. I ducked into the living room before she could see me, and quickly ran to him. Grabbing him by the shirt, I maneuvered him behind the couch and shoved him down so that he was hidden. I smacked him when he tried to peek over the edge to see who was coming. He rubbed his head and glared at me before softly pinching my calf in retaliation. I kicked him, earning me a low grunt.
Molly walked into the living room, stopping when she saw me. She gave me a confused look and said, "Ha—"
I cut her off before she could reveal my name. "Molly! Hey! How are you this lovely morning?" My smile was large and forced.
"Uhh..." She gave me a weirded-out look. "I'm okay? What are you doing behind the couch?"
"I, uh... I lost... something. My shoe. Yeah, totally lost it. Somewhere around here, I think." I waved a hand at her nonchalantly. "Don't mind me. Just, you know, carry on doing your... thing."
Fuckface shifted, trying to get his huge body into a more comfortable position and using me as an anchor. Which meant I rocked side to side like I was on a boat at sea. When his hand curled around my inner thigh, I squeaked. Fucking squeaked. I tried to discreetly peel his hands off my legs but he wouldn't budge.
"Okayyy." She shook her head and went to grab her phone charger off the table, but paused. "Hey, you didn't happen to see a guy wandering around the house yesterday? Tall, really muscular, and like, the hottest guy you've ever seen? He was here last night and then just disappeared. Amanda insists he got lost and that he didn't go home."
