Layla’s pov

“Can’t believe this doofus actually got in.” Tiffany snorted, opening her water bottle and gulping some of the water in a fast go.

She was referring to her brother who can now be referred to as one of the footballers. He was still fairly new and only got just got in a mere hour ago.

“He was always quick. I think he has the potential to be good for the team.” I shrugged, pulling out my phone, getting bored of watching the footballers practice and run around practically half naked.

In fact, I was tired of Tyler trying to discreetly lift his shirt to flash his abs while winking at me every damn second.

I was beginning to think I chose the wrong guy to show me the ropes around sex.

“Not you complimenting my brother. Eww.” Tiffany wiggled her nose dramatically.

“I’m just giving credit where it’s due.” I shrugged, smiling a little. I saw Tiffany’s brother as my own. They were like the siblings I wished to have.

“Speaking of credit, you have to give Tyler credit for picking out some really nice lingerie.” Tiffany drawled, smirking

slightly when I send her an irritated glower.

Are you still trying to get me to accept the lingerie and phone?” | asked annoyed, kicking the bag that had the stuff in it lightly. I had placed it beside me, ready to hand it back to him as soon as it would just be the two of us.

Tiffany winces. “I mean you do need the phone? Didn’t Tyler also break your laptop? You need at least a phone to write Layla.”

I rolled my eyes, turning my cracked screen phone to face her. “I can still manage to type on the phone Tif. Besides, when I get a job, I’ll buy my own stuff, I don’t need charity.” I grumble, looking over at the field.

a shot.” She

was looking. He didn’t try to hide his cocky

that was somehow more visible by the sweat coating his

buffed out his ego. His gaze slips from mine, so he can flash a bright smile at the fawning

his

an arrangement nothing

Lai, I’m kind of jealous that you managed to score

moaned beside me.

on my best friend whose

you even jealous, I’m basically going to be sleeping with

people was the worst idea.” I

of stuff you can not only

how’s your

shrugged. “A little better,” | admitted but left out the detail of Tyler’s face

good job and you two haven’t even done, done it

busy by scrolling through tiktok. Until Tiffany leaves with her brother, then the cheer squad left tod, along with the rest of the

my eyes trained on him. He was practicing his throw. His back muscles were rigid as he threw the ball. It span in the air until it landed right on the

Nice throw

course I didn’t expect anything

with it in his hand, he doesn’t throw it again, no,

feet. I swing the bag strap over

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