LOVE AND SPORT のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

SIENNA’S povMorning came too fast.I barely slept after that talk with Harper. My body was tired but my mind refused to rest. When the alarm rang, I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head.“Up,” Harper said, kicking my bed lightly. “This is not the day to be lazy.”I opened one eye. “It’s too early.”She laughed. “You’re about to fight Layla for the cheerleading lead position and you’re telling me it’s too early?”That got me up.I sat up and stretched, my muscles tight but ready. My wolf stirred inside me, alert and excited. She knew today mattered. This was not just about cheerleading. This was about territory. About dominance. About proving I was no longer the girl who anyone could pick on. The door opened slowly, Scott and Stiles walked in afterwards. “ What are you two doing?” I asked with my eyebrows arched. “ We are coming to watch the trial out.” Scott said with a smile. Stiles poked his head in. “Breakfast in ten minutes. And don’t kill each other today. We don’t

Layla's pov The thought of having to be her friend made my stomach churn. Sienna has turned my world upside down the moment she stepped her foot into Mystic Falls. I still don't know how she managed to get to Scott. They both had always hated each other. So, how come? I tapped my well polished nails on the table before me with my leg crossed. “ Why don't you start by trying to understand her? That might help in taking her down for good.” I looked back, my gaze hardened but could see a point in what she had said. Teaming up with Sienna was the last thing I wanted to do. I hated her and loathed everything about her. But right now, she was untouchable and coach Rennee had given her my spot even though she had promised it to me. “ And how do I do that? Sienna won't even look at me. She knows that I hate her alot.” I replied. “ Here.” My friend thrust her phone at me. “ They are having a party to celebrate her becoming the cheerleader.” “ You mean they are celebrating my downfal

Harper's pov I don’t know what to say about Sienna anymore.The wind crashed against my face as I walked across the field, making my hair wild, but I didn’t bother fixing it. I welcomed the roughness. It matched how I felt inside.Angry.Frustrated.Confused.Sienna forgave too easily. That was her biggest problem. And Layla knew it. She gladly took advantage of it. I remembered Amy, her old friend. She betrayed her and cheated on her with her best friend. She had forgiven her like it didn't mattered. Layla had walked back into our lives with smiles and fake kindness, and somehow, Sienna had swallowed it all like it was nothing. Like Layla hadn’t tried to ruin her. Like she hadn’t wanted her gone from Mystic Falls.I clenched my fists.How could Sienna not see it?The party was now over. I could not hear the noise anymore. Everything was calm now. I look ahead and I spotted her near the bleachers, tying her bag strap over her shoulder. Scott was beside her, laughing softly. That

Sienna's pov I tried to push the thought off my mind. But in actual fact, I can't stop thinking about it. New Orleans should be a fresh start for us all. I wanted things to be different. I don't want to make any enemies. I also want my mates to agree with the fact that I chose Scott McCall as the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. The early moon came soon with sunlight flitting through the curtains. My hand slowly moved to the side of the bed. It was empty. I could hear the running sound of water in the bathroom. I yawned lazily and grabbed my phone on the other side of the bed. Layla : Are you up? Would you like to see the men's final trial outs?I still couldn't believe she sent those messages. I brushed my face down with my bare hands and stared at the screen again. She did send it. I was not sure if replying to her was the right thing to do.Layla was giving the vibe that she wanted a fresh start but what if all of this was just a lie? What if she didn't mean

Harper's pov I am not sure if distancing myself from Sienna was what I really wanted. I wanted to be close to her and also I didn't want her to come to any harms. I don't trust Layla. My gut didn't. I was a good judge of character. It has kept me going ever since I was a kid. My phone ring and I saw it was a call from my mother. She hasn't call ever since we got to New Orleans. I still haven't forgotten what she did but right now, it looked like I could talk to someone. I picked the call with my hand on my waist. “ What is it, Mother?” I said with a bit of an angry tone in my voice. “ Is it a bad time?” She asked immediately. Silence. I breath in and out before I let out a sigh. “ It has been a pretty rough week. How are you?” “ Fine. I was just checking in on your Harper.” “ Thanks.” I said slowly. The line went quiet. A static sound gave ways to our talk. “ Do you want to talk about it?” My mother finally asked. “ No. I don't want to.” I cut off the call even befor