[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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Tristan
"You were on fucking fire, Captain!" Alex, the younger of the McGraw twins, grabbed me and used my shoulders to launch himself into the air.
I chuckled and caught his head in a headlock, playfully ruffling his fluffy blonde hair as he squirmed to break free. We tussled for a few minutes before he slumped in defeat. Owen, the older twin, swooped in, wrapping his arms around my waist, and I shifted my focus to catching him in the same grip. He laughed like a little boy and dodged my hands, running toward the showers. I looked away with a small smirk on my face. Truth be told, I hadn't stopped smiling since that final whistle.
I shook my head, trying to clear the water from my hair before running my fingers through the damp strands. It would air-dry soon enough. I dropped the towel around my waist, reaching for my duffel bag on the bench to retrieve my jersey and spare clothes. First thing I grabbed were some briefs and pants. Then I pulled my football jersey over my head. Lastly, I put on some socks and shoes, bending down to lace them up. I ignored the enthusiastic slaps on my ass from my rowdy teammates.
Once I was finished, Tate, Ryan, and Tai joined me—all dressed and ready to head out, duffle bags slung over their shoulders. Tate extended a hand, and I clasped it, pulling him in for a quick bro hug as we patted each other on the back.
"Nice moves today, Beckett. It's good to see you back to normal," he said.
"Not bad yourself, Mitchell. You were almost able to keep up with me."
He shook his head as Ryan grabbed my face and planted a wet kiss on both of my cheeks, his damp curls dripping water onto my nose. As he leaned in for an actual exaggerated pucker-lips smooch, I blocked him with a hand over his face and shoved him away. He laughed and stumbled back, colliding with Tai, who silently caught and steadied him.
"We ready to head out? My car's parked pretty close," Tate asked, and I nodded in agreement.
"AFTER PARTY, BABY. FUCK YEAH!" Alex shouted, zooming past us. A couple of guys cheered in response.
"Make good decisions! Use protection!" I yelled after him.
"Yes, Dad!"
We all laughed at his response and walked out, our footsteps echoing through the corridor like a victory anthem. I tried to ignore the high I was currently riding, clenching and unclenching my hands. I bounced on my heels when walking became too stifling. The adrenaline had yet to leave my system, and I felt like a crackhead coming off his high.
I took a deep, calming breath, taking in the smell of blood, sweat, and grass. Not a lot of people liked that smell, but I lived for it. This place was more than just a playing field; it was my sanctuary, where my abilities shone the brightest and where I found solace amidst the chaos of the crowd. It was the only place in the world that felt like it made sense. I was the best version of myself when I got to let loose on that field.
