Hating You From The Beginning

𝟯𝟳 | 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆

March 18th

"Are you packed?" Rebecca asks, walking into my room.

"Yep, all good." I zip up my suitcase. We're leaving for a two-week-long trip for spring break. Rebecca's parents own a lake house 3 hours west from here so we're all spending the next two weeks there for spring break.

Tonight is Jaden's final game of the season before the draft starts next month. I haven't gone to any of his games this year since I'm so far away but there's not a chance in hell I'm missing this game.

It's the championship game, they're up against the UCLA Bruins. Jaden is an amazing linebacker and I have no doubt that he will not only win tonight but will also get drafted next month.

Our school's team didn't make it to the championships this year which I'm bummed about for Dean but he's been a great sport about it.

Jaden is coming with us to relax and blow off some steam before the nerves kick in about the draft. The twins are coming with me to support my brother, we're taking our bags for the trip so we can leave tomorrow morning to the lake house. Asher, Dean, and Kenzie are going to meet us there tomorrow.

"You know I'm going to stick you in the car with Roman right?" She says sternly with no room to protest. But I do anyway, "no." I groan. "I hate him." Okay, that may be a bit dramatic but I don't want to speak to him.

I walk to my mirror and check out my outfit before leaving. It's 1 and the game starts at 5:30 which gives me no chance to get ready at home, so I'm leaving with my outfit ready. It's tradition for me to wear Jadens jersey at every game, no matter what girl he was fucking with at the time, I was always the one to wear it. So that's what I'm wearing, the red and gold jersey with the number 15 on the back along with, Knight wrote at the top. I paired it with a pair of ripped mom jeans and some doc martens. "You're seriously still giving him the cold shoulder?" She questions with a defeated sigh

I'm about to answer but someone beats me to it. "Yes." I recognize that voice anywhere.

Roman Grey.

Asshole.

I shoot him a glare that could kill. "Kailani Adrianna Knight!" She scolds, bringing out her Spanish accent. At first glance, you would think she's your average English talking white girl. But no. This girl is amazing in Spanish, she told me that her dad had both her and Roman speaking Spanish from a very young age so they would never forget it. "Te vas a ir en el carro de Roman y no quiero ninguna queja de que trataste de matarlo. Entendido?" She says sternly. (You are going to go in Romans' car and I don't want any complaints about you trying to kill him. Understood?) I play dumb and pretend to not know what she's saying since Roman still doesn't know I speak Spanish, and for the moment I intend to keep it that way. Who knows one day it could come in handy? Rebecca knows I speak Spanish because she's my best friend, so she obviously knows.

I nod my head acting confused. She lets out a satisfied sigh and leaves my room, leaving me with Roman. "You heard her, you better not try to kill me." He mocks.

I glare more daggers at him, "I didn't make any promises." I mumble under my breath, but loud enough for him to hear. He strides closer to me but I push out my hand stopping him. "No. I'm not going to arrive late to my brother's game so whatever you have to say keep it for the car ride." I say firmly.

He lets out a chuckle which sends goosebumps through my body. Of course this ass finds it amusing.

I'm going to kill him.