![]() ![]() ![]() Fuck it, did they know Coach was coming over too? Heat crawls up my neck. The little f**ker is plotting behind my back. The silence on the other end of the line is total. “Then why bother telling me? Why not just show up?” How else am I going to get an invite anymore?” The annoyance in his voice is thick, and it irks me. And before you say no, Anna says you’re free. I’m coming over and making lasagna tonight. When I hear the phone ring, I set the weights down with a clang. The only distraction I can find is doing some upper bodywork on the weight bench. Something I know I ought to be worried about. ![]() In truth, she’s the only one I want around me these days. “Just think about it, okay?”ĭully, I nod, but it’s an empty promise and we both know it. I just want to sleep.Ĭoach’s heavy hand lands on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze. I pinch the bridge of my nose, pushing against my aching eyes. Now there’s nothing I can say that will not make me look defensive. Because, when I’d agreed to play under Coach’s program after he’d vowed to do right by me, I’d promised my parents that I’d respect the man’s rules. ![]()
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