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"We're flatmates," I assure her. "Nothing more."

"Yet," Grace teases.

"I'm not looking for anything serious." I want to focus on my classes and on cheering, I don't need the distraction a relationship will bring.

"Who said anything about serious? Just because you don't want to keep the car, it doesn't mean you can't take it for a test drive."

"I can't do that." My voice goes up an octave at the end.

"Why not? I don't think he's going to complain if you do," Grace responds. "And if you don't, then someone else is going to."

I flash one more look in Jeremy's direction and then shake my head.

"And you don't have to decide now," she points out. "You can keep harmlessly flirting for a while first. But be careful, or it'll lead to a drunken kiss and the next thing you know, you're waking up in his bed and discovering how badly he snores."

"Speaking from experience?" I ask.

Grace chuckles. "A bit."

"All right, break's over," Zara calls.

Grace sighs. "I guess it's time to make my muscles hate me tomorrow."

I let out a soft snort. "How about we make it up to them by going for a milkshake after practice?"

"I'll never say no to that."

The way she smiles at me makes me certain that I've found a friend.

My focus slips to the rugby pitch. Make that two friends.

And with the flat night out coming up at the end of the week, hopefully I'll make more.

3

Krissi

The momentI step inside my flat I breathe a sigh of relief and head towards the kitchen. I have plenty of work to do after my lectures today, but I want to start brewing my cup of tea before I head to my room.

"Hey, Krissi," Jeremy says as I step inside.

"Hey." I smile at him, pleased it's him in the kitchen. I don't dislike any of my flatmates, but he's the one I enjoy seeing the most. Maybe it's because we have a love of sports in common.

Or maybe it's something more.

I push the thought aside. I have enough to focus on without adding a potential relationship into the mix.

"I just boiled the kettle, do you want a cup of tea?"

I nod. "Please. My mug's in..."

"The second cupboard. The purple mug with the polka dots, right?"

A warm fuzzy feeling fills me. "That's the one."

He pulls my mug out of the cupboard and goes through the motions of making me tea. After a couple of weeks living here, I know how to make everyone's tea and coffee, so it doesn't surprise me that he knows too.

"Good day?" he asks.