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Jacob
“Please, Jakey.Please.”
I don’t even bother glancing up from my notes, which I’ve been working on meticulously for the last hour. Lauren is… well, being herself.
And look, that’s not a judgment on the girl, truly, I don’t mind her most of the time. She’s tolerable, occasionally even entertaining.
But right now?
Right now, she’s irritating the absolute fuck out of me.
Especially with that name.
Jakey.
God, I hate when she calls me that. It’s cutesy and condescending, like she thinks throwing a little whine on my name will suddenly make me become her best fucking friend. All it does is make my skin crawl and my jaw clench.
“I said no, Lauren.” My voice ismaybea little too sharp, but I’m not about to apologize for it. I sigh through my nose after repeating myself because apparently, she didn’t hear me the first time. Or the second…or the third.
She huffs like the spoiled brat she is and plops her ass down on the table, where all my shit is spread out. Which means I now have no choice but to look at her.
Goddamn it.
Lauren is… fine, I’ll admit it, really pretty. She’s blonde, with that messy-on-purpose hair that probably takes forever to get it that “effortless.” She has big blue eyes, full pouty lips, and a body that definitely gets her noticed. She’s tall and lean with legs for days. Honestly, she could be that sexy girl next door in a movie.
But she’s also vapid and self-centered, which cancels out most of the appeal. She’s not outright cruel or anything, but she definitely thinks the world revolves around her.
Everyone knows it, and she knows everyone knows it.
“Please, Jake,” she whines, batting her lashes like I’m some idiot who’s going to fold at the sight of a pouty lip. She’s probably really fucking used to men bowing down at her pretty little feet. “I cannot spend the entire year with the golf team!”
That’s when I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud. I mean, yeah, golf isn’t the most thrilling team to be a trainer for. I’m not denying that.
But still, it’s not like they’re a bad team. She’s lucky Professor Gonzalez gave heranyteam after she practically fucked her way through the basketball players last year.
Not that it’s my business but, y’know, I can understand why she is being placed with fucking golf.
“I can’t switch with you,” I say in the kindest but firmest tone possible, because apparently Lauren doesn’t understand boundaries unless you hammer them into her skull. “I got my second choice in team assignments. I’m not giving that up for golf. Baseball was second on my list, and honestly, I’m lucky I even got it.”
She pouts dramatically, sticking out her lower lip like that’s going to change my mind. Spoiler alert: it didn’t work the firsttime and it won’t work the hundredth. I just stare at her until she blinks and switches tactics.
“What was your first choice, then?” she asks, tilting her head and trying to sound sweet. “Maybe we can do a three-way.”
Her tone makes it clear she’s not just talking about teams anymore, and I barely manage to stop myself from gagging. A three-some with Lauren?
Fuck no. That sounds like my actual version of hell. It wouldn’t matter if the third in that scenario was fucking Jonathan Bailey.
Well okay…it might sway me. A little.
“I was assigned to baseball, Laur,” I say again, ignoring the insinuation entirely, and attempting to sound professional. “And I’m staying with baseball.”
Her lips purse in a way that says she’s annoyed, but at least she knows she’s not getting anywhere with me. Well…I hope.
“You’re no fun,” she mutters, finally hopping off the table with a dramatic flip of her hair.
“Glad we’re on the same page,” I reply dryly, already turning my focus back to my notes. With any luck, she’ll get bored and wander off.
