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.

was worth a shot.” She

always knew when I was looking. He didn’t try to hide his cocky smirk from me this time and completely removed the shirt

cheerleaders fawn over his rippling muscle that was somehow more visible by the sweat

sounds of encouragement from the cheer squad buffed out his ego. His gaze slips from mine, so he can

was allowed to continue his lifestyle.

an arrangement

of jealous that you managed to score such a fine specimen. If only Brett would

moaned beside me.

away from Tyler to settle on my best friend whose shoulders were suddenly sagged

be sleeping with a guy the entire female population

Maybe choosing Tyler out of all people was the worst idea.” I grumble, moving my eyes off

you a lot of stuff you can not only use in your writing but also in real life.” Tiffany

of, how’s your writing

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

even done, done it yet.” Tiffany

by scrolling through tiktok. Until Tiffany leaves with her brother, then the cheer

him. He was practicing his throw. His back muscles were rigid as he threw the ball.

Nice throw

didn’t expect anything less from

jogs over to the ball and when he returns with it in his hand, he doesn’t throw it

swing the bag strap

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