[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
B: We could always get married. Who needs men anyway?
I couldn't help but laugh as I leaned forward, typing out my reply while the auditorium filled up around me. I had a bit of time to kill, so while everyone chattered and laughed around me, I kept texting Bailey.
H: When we're 30, maybe. I'm not looking to settle down anytime soon, but I agree. Men suck. That asshole's gonna regret ghosting you.
B: Maybe I was too kinky for him? He did look scared when I bought out the chains.
H: OMG, you still have those?
B: Of course. They hold a lot of good memories for me.
H: You're such a freak.
B: You know, when we're married, I'm gonna use them on you, right?
"You're laughing? That's new. Didn't know you could do that."
I looked up at Fuckface, and my smile dropped. My mind immediately flashed back to the other morning—to the memories of his strong body wrapped around mine, his hands on parts of me that couldn't forget the warmth of his touch, no matter how much I tried. No, no. We're not going to think about that.
"Can I help you?" I asked, trying to sound indifferent.
He lifted his hands to show me a brown paper bag and a pink flask.
"A deal's a deal, right? I put the coffee in a flask so it wouldn't get cold. And the cookies are peanut butter and chocolate chip. I grabbed one for myself because they sounded incredible—and they absolutely were. Take them before I change my mind and keep everything."
Looking up at him, I hesitated for a moment, but the promise of those cookies proved to be too irresistible. My resolve crumbled, and I took the bag and flask from him. Immediately, I buried my face in the bag and inhaled deeply, a soft groan escaping my lips. As much as I wanted to reject him, I couldn't resist the bribe—so I rationalized it as a well-deserved treat after that traumatizing morning.
Bringing a cookie to my mouth, I took a bite, and it instantly melted on my tongue. Gooey and crumbly, with a soft center. My God, I fucking loved chocolate. And the peanut butter was a great combination. He was right, they were incredible.
I tried to maintain a facade of indifference, but clearly didn't pull it off—because he chuckled at my expression. The deep, husky sound settled low in my belly.
"Good?" he asked.
I glanced at him, my annoyance creeping back as I shrugged. "It's just a cookie."
"You're welcome." He rolled his eyes.
"Thanks," I muttered, feeling a little guilty for my attitude as I nibbled on the edge of the cookie.
I nearly dropped my treat when he tossed his backpack on the desk and plopped himself into the seat next to me. He immediately started manspreading, his leg pressing against mine.
