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Thirty |Leia Welsh|
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The Assistant Coach Thirty-One |Kohl Warren|
"Why the hell are we out here, I'm freezing my balls off," Rocky grumbles. I scoff as he glances down at his pants, where his manhood seems to be retreating in protest. "Ari texted me, she said she wanted us to come outside. You came willingly, Rocky," Owen states matter-of-factly, his breath forming little clouds in front of his face. I shake my head in disbelief as I trudge along behind them. I couldn't care less if Satan himself had summoned us out here. Why on earth was I dragged into this freezing night with these fools? The bitter cold nips at my skin, making me regret not bundling up more. "If it's Ari, I can handle a little chill," Tim declares, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I quickly shrug it off, not in the mood for his attempts at camaraderie in this miserable weather. We all skulked through the back exit of the dorms like a bunch of wannabe spies, trying to avoid the security guard who was most likely asleep on duty. Owen, Rocky, Ant, Tim, and me– the reluctant
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach Thirty-Two |Leia Welsh|
"Wakey Wakey.” I groan, pulling the covers over my head to block out the cold. The room is chilly, making me shiver as I reluctantly open my eyes to see Ari standing there, her hair a tangled mess and a mischievous glint in her serene eyes. I glare at her, the exhaustion evident in my voice as I mutter, "Go away, Ari. I'm not in the mood for your perky morning routine." She rolls her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips as she teases, "Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Or should I say, didn't wake up at all?" It's Sunday, and of course, it's around seven in the evening. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night thanks to that jerk Warren. Did he seriously take a picture of me to jerk off to? It's creepy as hell, but for some reason, my brain just goes haywire every time I dwell on it. My heart is pounding in my chest like a trapped bird trying to break free. "Leia, earth to Leia." I've been in a bit of a dry spell when it comes to sexual thoughts lately – okay, who
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach Thirty-Three |Kohl Warren|
I glance down at my phone, my eyebrows knitting together in a mixture of annoyance and confusion. She left me on read. I'd rather be left on delivered than have to deal with being left on read. It's like a slap to the face. I went to all that trouble to get her number, too. Sneaking into Coach Johnson's office like some kind of thug just to find a simple piece of paper. And what do I find? A whole list of player addresses and phone numbers, including Leia's. Even Ari's number was on there, which just adds insult to injury. I've been trying so hard to avoid her, to push her out of my mind. But no matter what I do, it's like she's always there, lurking in the back of my thoughts. It's frustrating as hell, like a constant battle between my head and my heart. And my heart is not making this easy for me. To top it all off, I haven't had sex in so long because it's a dick move to have sex with a girl, while thinking about another girl – Leia. The door swings open with a loud creak, I tu
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach Thirty-Four |Leia Welsh|
I can't believe I'm stuck in this situation. Here I am, wedged between two hulking men who seem to have forgotten the concept of personal space. Warren, with his perfectly tailored tuxedo that shows off every muscle on his body, sits to my left. I can feel my heart fluttering every time I steal a glance at him. His eyes are fixed on the passing scenery outside, but every now and then, he looks over at me, his gaze lingering on my collarbone. And don't even get me started on his cologne – it's like a sweet, intoxicating cloud that surrounds me. Then there's Owen, sitting to my right. He's built like a brick house, all muscles and no sense of boundaries. I swear, he's practically squishing me into Warren just to make room for Ari, who's sitting next to him. I guess it's Fuck Leia.We decided to take an Uber to get to our destination, and by "we," I mean the three of them. I didn't really have a say in the matter, but who cares how we get there anyway? All I can think about is how I e
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach Thirty-Five |Kohl Warren|
I refuse to touch a drop of alcohol, despite the fact that I stupidly bet on Owen's ability to outdrink a random stranger. As I sit at the crowded bar, I keep ordering plate after plate of the complimentary food being passed around. Not because I'm hungry, but because it's free and I know there won't be anything waiting for me back in the empty dorm room. I watch as Owen holds Ari's hair back for her while she takes another shot. We are surrounded by a crowd of rowdy onlookers. Ari's cheeks are flushed with the alcohol, her eyes hazy as she chirps, "How much is that?" The cheers of the people around us blend together into a cacophony of noise. I can't help but notice the little things Owen does that make me think he might like her. He's still holding her hand from when Leia put them together earlier. His eyes flicker to the drinks on the counter, a protective glint in them as he makes sure they aren't tampered with. And then there's the way he's holding Ari's hair back so she c
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach Thirty-Six |Kohl Warren|
I heave my heavy duffle bag in the carrier on the side of the bus with the rest of the team, the weight of the upcoming game barely registering to me. Greeley is a three-hour drive from here, and we're all packed in for the long drive. Leia is here, of course, and then there's her redhead friend. I can't help but clench my jaw as I think back to last night. I know I shouldn't be mad at her, but fuck it, I am.All three kisses we've shared were her idea, her initiative. But last night, things got a little out of hand. She was drunk, and if I hadn't kept my self-control, who knows what might have happened. It's frustrating as shit. "Why the long face?" Owen's voice breaks through my thoughts, his arm slung casually over my shoulder as he yawns. "I'm just tired," I mutter, shaking off his arm as I watch Tim pestering Ant about some ridiculous plan to get a dog. Like we could even have one in the dorms. And Owen is really the one he should be asking.My eyelids are heavy, the weight o
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach Thirty-Seven |Leia Welsh|
What is wrong with me? I can't help but wonder as I sit here, nursing my wounded pride. He's a playboy, that much I know. So why did I expect him to remember what I did last night? Stupid, I know. But somehow, it stings more than it should. I wasn't even drunk when I made my move. No, I did it because I finally came to terms with the fact that I like him. And because I wanted to see if he remembered, considering how wasted he was. He shut me down, claiming I was too intoxicated. But was that the real reason? Or was it simply because I'm not his type? The thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. "Are you okay?" Ari's concerned voice breaks through my thoughts. I force a smile, masking the turmoil inside me. No, I'm not okay."Whose coat is that?" Ari's question draws my attention to the soft black fabric draped around me. It smells like him. Warren. Despite everything, it's comforting. I don't even care that I'm wearing it. I just want to wrap myself in its warmth and forget abo
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach Thirty-Eight |Leia Welsh|
I've been running on fumes for the past two nights, surviving on caffeine and stress. I aced two tests today, much to my own surprise. Ari keeps telling me to relax and take it easy, but who has time for that when I'm juggling too much? I can't tell if Warren is intentionally avoiding me or if I've been so wrapped up in my own world that I haven't noticed him for the past week. He used to pester me constantly, but lately, it's like we're strangers. It's a strange feeling. As I wander aimlessly around the campus, trying to find my way back to my dorm, everything seems to blur together. I collapse by a small water fountain, my head spinning with exhaustion. I bury my face in my hands, trying to shake off the sleep that threatens to consume me. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the courtyard, creating a peaceful atmosphere that contradicts the chaos in my mind. I can hear the faint sound of laughter and chatter from other students, but it all feels distant and muffle
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