𝐑 𝐎 𝐒 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐄 ' 𝐒    𝐏 𝐎 𝐕

Correction...the stupidest thing I have ever done is sleep with my arch enemy.

One minute we were at each other's throats as per usual and the next we're fucking on the floor of his family home during a snowstorm. Do you ever wonder what happens after the two enemies in a book sleep together?

Well, in real life, it's extremely awkward. Inwardly sighing as I bring the takeaway cup to my lips, the sweet taste of chamomile tea floats on my tongue. My boots crunch against the snow on the ground as Cara, Tavia, and I make our way up the steps of the Museum of Fine Arts.

The chilly air wraps around us as we walk, blocking it out with our winter coats and woolly hats. That doesn't stop our cheeks and noses from turning a rosy color from the harsh weather. The iciness prickling our skin as the wind blows the cold towards us.

Winter in Boston is no joke, and it was a big change when I started college. Even though I had traveled down to Massachusetts with my dad when I was growing up, when I started my freshman year, I hadn't been up here for years.

As soon as we step foot in the museum, we're blasted with warmth and we all sigh in relief as we remove our coats and hats.

"You two are wimps," Cara states as Tavia and I rub our hands together. Octavia and I look at each other as if she is crazy, while Cara walks further inside.

"I'm sorry, but not all of us grew up with this type of weather." I scoff and now, with my coat resting over my arm, I keep my hands warm by holding my takeaway cup.

"Houston gets cold, but this is an entirely new level of freezing." Octavia shivers before we make our way through.

My eyes flicker around the museum as we walk through. From the high ceilings to the detail crafted architecture, the art on the walls and the statues on the podiums that date back centuries.

"This is exactly how Cara's brain would look if you jumped inside," I comment as her eyes light up at our surroundings.

"I am not ashamed to admit the truth in that statement." Cara shrugs as she takes photographs of the museum for a project she has.

"You know this art provides great inspiration for my designs," Octavia mutters and I raise my eyebrow.

I smirk. "Would you like me to leave you both alone with the art?"

"Ha ha." Tavia rolls her eyes. "So, are you ever going to talk about what happened over the weekend?"

"What's there to talk about?" I shrug as my eyes look at every piece of art rather than my two friends who's glares, I feel on the side of my face.

"Just the fact that you slept with the guy you've despised since freshman year," Cara points out.

I turn to them. "What do you want me to say? I don't even know what happened myself. One minute we were arguing and the next he kissed me, and clothes went flying everywhere. It was a moment of weakness."

"Well, have you talked to him since?" Tavia questions as we all throw our now empty takeaway cups into the trash.

I shake my head. "I've been ignoring him like the plague. Sitting opposite sides of the room when we're in the theater and since it's only been a few days we've not had to sit next to each other in lab, teach the youth hockey team or have to work together for the professor."

"You can't ignore him forever," Cara sings, and I roll my eyes.

"I won't! What do we even say to each other after that? I mean, we were just releasing some tension. It meant nothing," I explain, and they raise their eyebrows.

"Well, have you thought about maybe carrying on sleeping together? You two are at each other's throat's day in and day out. Might be good for you both." Octavia shrugs her shoulders as she takes the camera off Cara to take some shots herself after realizing this is great inspiration.

"We went over two years arguing without sleeping together for a release. I'm sure we can finish college without doing it again. Aren't you two supposed to be focusing on the art?"

"This conversation is not over." Cara points at me as she walks past me, and I chuckle before following her.

𝐑 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐍' 𝐒    𝐏 𝐎 𝐕

"Early morning practices are the coach's way of torturing us, I'm sure of it."

Miles winces as he sits down on the bench, pushing Isaiah off it so he can lie down. Isaiah rolls his eyes before happily camping on the floor. Picking my drink up and guzzling some down, I had to agree with Miles.

Especially when those practices ran for most of the day and consisted of spending time in the gym. Now in the afternoon, it's pretty clear we're all going to head back to the hockey house and not move for the rest of the day.

"You done anything that requires me torturing you, Bennet?" Coach leans against the board in front of us, his eyebrow raised.

Miles gulps. "No coach."

"That's what I thought," Coach nods happily before making his way off the ice and back to his office. Practice now over with. Some of the team head back into the locker room to shower and change while some of us lounge about while our muscles calm down.

"How you've been on this team for over two years and still haven't had coach kick you off, it is beyond me," Isaiah questions, guzzling down his own drink, and Miles shrugs. "You spoke to Lia?"

Things don't stay secret for long. Between Cara's big mouth who alerts Tavia, who also has a big mouth and alerts Miles. The first person she saw when she came into the hockey house, who has the biggest mouth of all and shouted it through the entire house, everyone knows.

That night, after we had slept together, we cleaned up and headed to bed. The next morning, we pretended nothing happened and made our way back to Boston. Although the tense silence in the truck that morning was a clear sign things had changed.

She's been avoiding me ever since. Avoiding eye contact, making sure she's as far away as possible from me in classes, and not responding to my texts about the work we have to do for the professor. Even though I know she's read them.

"No, but she's going to have to talk to me tomorrow because we have to get together to do reference checks for our professor's paper," I explain as I unlace my skates.

"This is Rosalie we're talking about you know, she's stubborn, so if she doesn't want to talk to you, she will not," Isaiah chuckles and I nod my head.

"I don't get why you both just don't carry on sleeping together. What's the harm? You both despise each other so it's not like you'll catch feelings." Miles shrugs.

"It's weird between us now." I roll my shoulders back before standing up. "I'm going to get changed and head back to the house to enjoy my time before my impending doom tomorrow."

Miles scoffs. "And you call my ass dramatic."

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𝐀 𝐔 𝐓 𝐇 𝐎 𝐑  𝐍 𝐎 𝐓 𝐄

「 Q: what would be your reaction after if you slept with your rival?

Shorter chapter for today's update, but another update coming Monday. Would be amazing if we could get PO to 100k reads before Monday!

Just a little note, I went back in Chapter 13 and added a little more arguing between Roman and Rosalie before they started playing the game if you want to check it out.」