SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 35 - THIRTY FIVE

- HAZEL -



It’s sports week. I still can’t believe this! Kate has week awol throughout last week while barely replying to my texts and I can’t deny I got a little bit pissed but understood that anyway. Killian only showed up once for a class last week and was nowhere to be seen since then.

[Translation: AWOL means Absent without official leave or permission.]

I shook my head and put one leg on the bench leaning on the locker and slipped into my jersey. If Kate wasn’t my best friend, I won’t think this much about her business. Especially after that embarrassing thing that happened to me when I accidentally switched the locker rooms. My cheeks burned. If I had a mirror to look at, I’m sure my cheeks will be rosy. I roll my eyes and cleared my throat, bringing myself back to the present day.

It’s Monday afternoon and I already hate it. The ladies in my faculty are having an internal competition with ladies in a different faculty.

The competition is between both second years. Not being an athletic person, I don’t see the point of this at all but I’m forced to participate so it looks good on me. I roll my eyes as I put on my sock. I’m changing in the girls locker room.

I sighed. One thing I hate about prestigious universities is they have too many extracurricular activities. I mean come on! It’s not like I’m in college or highschool, let me just finish the year unscathed, having just my classes and books to worry about. Why add sports?

It’s the one thing I’m bad at because I don’t want to ruin my precious skin.

I put on my sock for my other leg then brought my sneakers out of my bag.

But I have to change that non-athletic side of me because today, I have no choice. I would rather be benched and be in charge of the water and snacks the players eat than be on the field. Our team will lose if I ever step foot on the field.

In fact, they’ll lose so much in the first half that catching up in the second half after I’ve been kicked out of the field would be effortless. And I’m sure every lady will hate me after that. I brought out my water bottle from my bag, zipped it then put it in my locker. I slammed my locker shut and put the key in my key holder which is tied around my wrist.

I gave myself a last through check in my head and noticed something odd. My hair dangled around my neck. I think it’ll be best if I pack it into a ponytail or bun. I took a hair band off my wrist and pulled my hair backwards. Of course not neatly, but I have no mirror to look at to get the dimensions straight.

I guess I’ll go with a ponytail. A messy bun won’t be a right look right now.

I exhaled once I was done styling my hair and dipped my air pods in my ears. That screams ’do not disturb’, so at least I won’t be approached when I’m walking in the hallway till I’m called by a coach. I look around the locker room. It’s empty. Everyone has probably gone to the field for practice. I should join them, being late isn’t something I’d want to be recorded in my file. Maybe I’ll do a warm up stretch before I catch up with the others.

I spread my legs and lean my body side while stretching my arms then proceeded to jog in a spot. My hair came loose in the process, causing me to roll my eyes. Maybe I should tie them a lot tighter.

I hummed the song playing in my ears through my air pods out loud while packing my hair up. Someone walked in. I didn’t notice the person at first till she stood in front of me.

It’s Kate. Unlike me who’s rocking the whole sport outfit, she’s dressed casually. I looked at her with confusion with a raised brow. She’s smiling way too much that I wonder if she knows what we’re about to do.

Of course she knows, she told me about it!

I tapped the side of my ear where my air pod is to pause the music. "You do know we’re going to play sports, right?" I decided to speak first.

Kate laughed. "Yup." She made herself comfortable on the bench.

"Then why aren’t you getting ready?" I ask and sat beside her. My water bottle stood between us so I took it, opened it, and drank. I exhaled with satisfaction then wiped my mouth dry with my hand. I closed my bottle and stared at Kate.

"I feel under the weather so I’m going to sit this one out." She said, dipping both hands in the pocket of her hoodie. So that’s why she was away all week. I wish she at least told me. I can be mad or just flow with the current mood.

Wait, did I hear her right?

Really? We can do that? Why didn’t I consider faking being sick?

I paused to think for a second. Hold up, Kate told me via text that she was doing okay just yesterday. I studied her carefully. "That’s a lie, isn’t it?"

She glanced at me for a second and smiled. That grin is too wide to not be true. Kate nodded.

"Shit! You lying bitch!" I giggled, tapping her shoulder gently.

"It is what it is." She laughed. I literally envy her right now.

"So what are you going to do? Everyone needs to participate to get a great score." I ask, flinging my bottle forward and back between my legs.

"My job is to ensure everyone stays hydrated with the right props. I’m in charge of PE vests."

Dang it! That’s what I wanted to volunteer for. "Lucky. Need a hand with that?" I ask. "I mean a sick person can’t possibly pull that off." I say as a matter of factly.

"You’ll have to talk to the coach about that." Kate said and stuck her tongue out. I sneered. Look who’s choosing to be petty?

I sighed. Everyone left the locker room. It’s so quiet now. I think we’re about to start practice. "Who’s the coach? I haven’t even seen her."

Kate leaned closer to my face. "It’s a he." She said and poked my nose. She jumped up from the bench and opened the locker after mine. It’s hers. Kate took off the white hoodie and threw it into her locker without folding it.

"Why on earth do we have a man as our coach? What if we have periods or something or one of us desperately need an emergency break? Male teachers never seem to understand that we’re different from them hormone wise." I said to her. Kate locked her locker and now we’re walking out of the locker room. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"Not this one. He’s actually quite sensitive. And gentle with women." She said.

I giggled. That’s right. They always claim to be gentle. Kate’s putting on an ash tank top and white sweatpants. Her outfit looks so comfy.

"Sure, sure. Gentle indeed." I said.

"Ugh, come on darling, you don’t have to be against all men just because Tristan is an ass."

Rude! I joked in my head and pulled the hair band holding her hair up and ran forward. "Catch me if you can. When we’re on the field, you’ll wish you never said the name Tristan." I stuck my tongue out. This is a nice way of exposing her. If she runs after me, the coach will know she faked her sickness and maybe gi

ve me her role.

A grin formed on my face. Maybe I’m the petty one after all.