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Twenty-Seven |Leia Welsh|
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Leia wasn't at practice today. She never misses practice, but today she decided to break the streak. The thought of her absence gnaws at me. Did something happen?My curiosity gets the best of me as I stroll around campus, my nonchalant demeanor masking the concern that's bubbling up inside me. When I finally spot a redhead, I call out to her, and she waves me over with a bright smile. I quickly jog to her side and get straight to the point. "Where's Leia? She wasn't at practice," I ask, my tone trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Ari hesitates, looking down at the ground before finally meeting my gaze. "She's in our dorm, Twelve-B in the Walcott dorms. I don't think she's okay, she seemed mad when we were driving back here," she explains. My eyebrow quirks up. Leia mad? That's no surprise, but I still want to know why. I mentally debate whether or not I should check up on her. In the end, my curiosity wins out. I mean, I do want to know why she's mad, and if Leia asks why I'
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach Twenty-Nine |Leia Welsh|
I can practically taste the tension in the air as the Iverton players enter the rink, their loud laughter echoing off the walls. They strut around like they own the place, tossing their gear onto the benches without a care in the world. Coach Johnson shoots me a knowing look and mutters under his breath, "You know it's gonna be chaos when they see them out here." I nod grimly, already bracing myself for the impending showdown. Just as I'm mentally preparing for the storm, a voice calls out my name from behind. Adam. I ignore him and I turn my attention to the aisles to see Ari, cool as a cucumber, lounging on the seats with a book in hand. She looks completely unbothered, flipping through pages with an adorable smile. The sound of laughter grows louder as my boys enter the rink, their faces a mixture of surprise and anger. They freeze in their tracks before quickly rushing onto the ice, their expressions full of defiance. It's clear they're ready for a fight."Stop!" I shout, my vo
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach Thirty |Leia Welsh|
I drum my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, my gaze fixed on the weathered oak door. The paint is chipped and worn, revealing the bare wood underneath. The lawn is a patchwork of yellowed grass and weeds, neglected and unkempt. The short metal fence that surrounds the property is bent and rusted in places, a testament to years of neglect. I let out a sigh, my breath misting in the chilly air inside the car. I absentmindedly nibble on a perfectly manicured nail, my nerves getting the best of me. The rain falls gently, creating a soft pitter-patter on the car's windshield. The only other sound is the rhythmic swish of the windshield wipers as they clear the rain from the glass. The sky is a dull gray, heavy with clouds that seem to stretch on forever. Occasionally, a flash of lightning illuminates the horizon, but the thunder is distant, a mere echo of the storm. The house itself looms before me, its weathered facade giving off an air of abandonment. It's a small, nondesc
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The 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
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