All Chapters of The Assistant Coach: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I groan as I slowly open my eyes, feeling like I've been hit by a truck. The incessant ringing of my phone has been going on for what feels like hours, and I can't ignore it any longer. Rubbing my temples, I sit up and squint at the clock on my nightstand. Two in the afternoon. It's Sunday, so I don't care how long I've been passed out for. I grab my phone and unplug it from the charger, letting out a long yawn before bringing it to my ear. "Hello?" I mumble, my voice rough from sleep. "Kohl, what the hell? We've been trying to reach you for hours. Did you just wake up?" Athena's voice comes through the phone, piercing my eardrums. I wince and move the phone a little further away from my ear, pushing my messy hair out of my face as I lay back in bed. "Athena?" I respond, feigning ignorance. I know it's her, so I don't know why I asked that. "I got your number from Ant. I need your help," Athena says urgently, the sound of traffic in the background. I groan inwardly, knowing that

I casually wrap Leia's scrunchie around my wrist, admiring how beautiful she looks. Her hair is tied back, slightly damp from the snow outside. The dim lighting in the room only highlights her striking emerald eyes that are locked on me. She's dressed in a lilac hoodie, black leggings, and white socks, looking effortlessly gorgeous. Leia is keeping her distance, her small frame standing across the room, leaning against the door. The sound of loud music and voices from the party outside fills the air, but all I can focus on is her. "You ruined me for everybody," I say again, watching as she scrunches her nose in that adorable way. "In a good way." It's the truth. Leia has completely ruined me for any other woman. I haven't been interested in anyone else since she came into my life. The idea of being with someone else, or sleeping with other women, doesn't even cross my mind. "How so?" she asks, her voice coming out soft which I can tell she hates as she clears her throat. "I thou

I rush down the grand dormitory building stairs like a hurricane, not even bothering to change out of my white T-shirt and SpongeBob pajama shorts. My black curly hair is haphazardly thrown into a messy bun, adding to my disheveled laziness. I can hear the rain pounding against the windows, and I know my SpongeBob shorts are going to be soaked through by the time I reach the bottom. Reaching the big glass doors, I keep my hands on the handle, my heart pounding as I spot Warren standing by his car. The rain mercilessly drenches him, turning his black hair, hoodie, jeans, and boots into a soggy mess. He's drowned in rain, but there's something about the way his eyes light up when he sees me that makes my heart do cartwheels. What the hell is he doing here? Without hesitation, I swing open the door and step outside, my black socks quickly absorbing the moisture from the rain-soaked pavement. Luckily, the overhead ceiling shields my waist up from getting wet, but the chilly air sends

I open my eyes groggily and take in the sight before me. I feel surprisingly well-rested, which is a rare occurrence for me. As I shift slightly, I realize that there's something hard under my head. When I turn to look, I see that it's Warren's strong, muscular chest that I'm resting on. His chest is bare, and the sight makes me blush, even though I know he can't see me. My left leg is wrapped around him, almost instinctively seeking his warmth. My left arm is draped over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his steady breathing. His arm is wrapped securely around my waist, holding me close to him. The sensation sends shivers down my spine, in the best possible way. I can't help but smile, feeling completely content and safe in his arms. We fell asleep last night on opposite sides of my bed, not really acknowledging each other. But now, we're tangled together in a way that feels both intimate and comfortable. It's like we've found our own perfect fit, and it fills me with a sen

"Damn, it's like a heavenly aroma slapped me in the face!" Rocky practically shouts as we burst into our cluttered dorm room. Rocky's eyes light up at the sight of the steaming pizza box that's now placed on the table, practically salivating at the thought of sinking his teeth into a slice. Owen strides in confidently with Ari and Leia in tow, chattering away about our victory. Meanwhile, Rocky and Tim are practically drooling over the greasy goodness of the pizza, their eyes glued to the box like it's a treasure chest. Ant and Athena are engaged in a heated argument about something trivial, their voices rising in pitch with each passing second. I roll my eyes at their antics, knowing that their bickering will likely continue well into the night. I toss my beat-up hockey duffel bag haphazardly by the entrance, the worn leather creaking under the weight of my gear. Kicking off my sneakers, I feel the exhaustion seep into my bones, a dull ache settling in from tonight's epic hocke