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

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

cheerleaders fawn over his rippling muscle that was somehow more visible

from the cheer squad buffed out his ego. His gaze slips from mine,

rolled my eyes. I didn’t care, after all, we weren’t dating and he was allowed to continue his lifestyle. As

was an arrangement nothing

score such a fine specimen. If only

moaned beside me.

my eyes away from Tyler to settle on my best friend whose shoulders

I’m basically going to be sleeping with a guy the entire female population

of it. Maybe choosing Tyler out of all people was the worst idea.” I grumble,

you a lot of stuff you can not

your writing

detail of Tyler’s face suddenly popping into my mind and writing

two haven’t even done,

minutes try to keep myself busy by scrolling through tiktok. Until Tiffany leaves with

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 other side of the

Nice throw

I didn’t expect anything

hand, he doesn’t throw it again, no, he comes straight over

and rise to my feet. I swing the bag strap over my shoulder and bent to pick up the

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