Page 9 of Frenemies with a Player
She gasps and clucks her tongue. “I was doing no such thing. This is my family’s night.”
“No, it isn’t, this is my family’s night,” I counter.
Okay, I see what’s happening here.
“They can’t even keep their schedules straight,” I explain. “This whole sharing a hot tub is crazy.”
“It really is,” she agrees. “I don’t know what they were thinking,” she says with a sweet smile.
She fully covers herself with her robe. I wonder how she plans to walk home with that thing on her.
“They were thinking about saving money,” I scoff.
“Right,” she laughs.
“Willa, right?” I say.
“You know my name?” she asks, surprised.
“We went to school together,” I remind her because she has clearly forgotten.
“Oh yeah, right,” she says.
My brows draw together. “You grew up down the street from me.”
I suddenly can’t get the vision of her bouncing breasts out of my head. I adjust my cock. Easy, buddy. This one is definitely off-limits.
“Yes, no, I just figured. . .we didn’t run in the same circles,” she mumbles.
“You stole my spot on the senior year mock trial team,” I say, still feeling bitter.
“I did no such thing. I earned it,” she snickers.
“Only because I wasn’t able to make all the practices because of hockey games.”
“You can’t blame me because you are an athlete.” She’s got snark.
“Okay, you may have a point, but I wanted that spot. Becoming a lawyer is my backup,” I admit and then I shiver.
“You should really get in here. It’s freezing outside,” she says, and so I remove my hoodie and drop it on the small deck. I don’t miss the way her eyes drink in my chest.
I get in the water. “How did you find the LSAT?” she asks of the test you need to write to apply to law school.
“I didn’t write it. I was supposed to but I love hockey. I don’t actually want to be a lawyer.”
“What’s the problem then?” she asks.
I bite my lip. “I bet you’re planning on Harvard Law.”
She crosses her arms in front of her chest. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you were mega driven in high school. You literally told Mr. Gropper I was on the hockey team and wouldn’t make it to practices and then he gave you my spot.”
She winces. “I did do that, didn’t I?” She sounds a little regretful.
“Yeah,” I confirm. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. You probably did me a favor. I ended up on Westfall U’s hockey team. It’s a Division 1 team. .”
“What does that mean?” she asks.
