[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
Sitting in Health Psych a couple of hours later, I was lost in thought as the class slowly filled up around me. In my head, I played out the conversation I would have with my parents. My dad was going to be fine with whatever I did, but my mom? She wouldn't even entertain the idea of me moving to another state, even if it was temporary. She'd always been extremely overbearing, especially when it came to my brother and I. Mainly my brother, but she still liked to control as much of my life as I'd let her.
Sighing, I rubbed both hands up and down my face. This wasn't going to be pleasant.
I dropped my hands and looked up just as Fuckface strolled through the door.
Oh God. I'd forgotten about him.
But, I reminded myself, this time I'd deliberately chosen a seat in the middle of the hall—so there was absolutely no way he'd sit near me. As far as I was concerned, he could find his blonde bitch, and the two of them could go back to whispering sweet nothings to each other. As long as I couldn't hear or see any of it.
I averted my gaze—however, against my better judgement, my eyes drifted back to him. Now that I was aware of his existence, I couldn't help but watch him as he made his way up the stairs between the rows of benches, carrying a brown paper bag and a cup of coffee in one hand. I recognized it from Co-Beanz. It seemed he went there pretty often. Did that mean I was going to have to find a new coffee shop?
I watched as a group of men intercepted him, engaging him in animated and playful? conversation. And then a couple others wandered over, joining in. Soon, he had a whole flash mob surrounding him, all vying for his attention. It was a wonder he didn't run out of the auditorium screaming.
Though he seemed to know how to handle it, effortlessly initiating casual banter and laughing along before smoothly moving on to the next person, all the while slowly making his way to where he needed to go. He almost seemed genuinely interested in others, and if I didn't already know what he was really like, I might have believed it. He was undeniably Mr Popular.
No wonder he thought he could get away with anything if people were constantly feeding his ego like this.
Frowning now, I watched as a group of girls stopped him next to their row. He seemed to recognize them, smiling at their antics—but, surprisingly, he didn't return the flirtatious attention. In fact, he seemed kind of... distracted.
I suddenly realized how closely I was scrutinizing him, and shook my head, disgusted with myself. Forcefully dragging my eyes off him, and keeping them away, I leaned down to take out my laptop and other essentials. I was busy setting it all up when someone near me shouted, "Hey, Thirteen! Show Connelly his ass on Saturday, won't you! Make us proud!"
Alarmed, I followed the voice and saw Fuckface making his way in my direction. Someone else tried to stop him to talk, but he pointed at... me? No. I had to be mistaken.
