[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
My attention was pulled from the cute barista by someone tapping on my shoulder. Hard.
Georgia's brown eyes flew to something behind me, and I sighed at the interruption. Slowly, I turned to face whoever it was, but froze as soon as I saw the familiar red hoodie. This time, the hood was down, and I could see her face clearly in the bright coffee shop.
And much to my irritation, she was a total babe.
Her long, blonde hair was the color of honey and sunshine—darker at the roots and lighter in its length. And it was pulled back into a loose ponytail, fly-away strands framing her angry face. If I thought the blonde from earlier had pretty lips, she had nothing on this girl. These were real dick-sucking lips—full, wide, and pink. Too bad they only spewed venom.
And her eyes, such a clear blue they almost looked transparent, glared at me with pure malice.
"You." I narrowed my eyes at her.
"You." She jabbed one long finger into the center of my chest.
I looked down at it with a bored expression. She wore no nail polish, yet her fingers looked long, soft, and feminine—though they hardly felt dainty as they jabbed themselves into my chest.
"You're an asshole, you know that?"
Was she still on about earlier? What the actual fuck? We stopped, didn't we? And No-Gag-Reflexes had scurried off with a pout after I ignored her for the rest of the lesson. Sure, I'd get another chance with someone else, but my dick was still disappointed by the lack of blowjobs. Any longer and I was pretty sure I could legally be classified as a monk. Tristan Beckett was not a fucking monk.
I glared at Hoodie Girl. "Is this about before? Because your cock-blocking efforts worked, so you can stop hounding me about it."
"Oh nooo. This is about now—your second offense today. That I know of." She held up two fingers in front of my face, and I leaned back to avoid getting my eyeballs poked out.
"Yeah? And how have I offended your delicate sensibilities this time?"
I batted her hand out of my face, and she turned even redder.
"I'm aware that you think the entire world revolves around you and that we should all cater to your every whim, but that's not how things actually work. You, Fuckface, have been holding up the line for ten minutes—!"
"—did you just call me Fuckface—"
"—ten minutes! While we all waited for you to get your flirt on and finally leave. It does not take that long to order anything. It doesn't even take five minutes. But you—you disgusting, perverted asshole—you just have to wave your dick at every available female!"
