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“Yeah, with you sucking so much, it will only be a matter of time before Coach benches you and lets me have a go at showing what a real pro looks like.” The entitled smirk on his fucking face makes me want to ram my fist right through his skull, but before I have the chance, Will is in front of me.
“What is your fucking problem, you entitled little shit? Just because you got called up at twenty, just because you were some kind of prodigy in the minors doesn’t mean you can cut it in the big leagues. You should watch your mouth since you’re the only one on the team that’s expendable.”
“You’re seriously going to say that about someone who helped their team lose tonight? You’re kidding, right?”
I shake my head. Not understanding how this kid can be coveted by management when his head isn’t anywhere near mature enough to be a part of a team like ours.
“Miller,” I start, his eyes narrowing as they land on mine. “What you’re missing here is that we lost as a team. A team. Not one person played better or worse than anyone else and that’s how it always should be. We lift each other up and support each other when we have games like this. You better learn that lesson fast or you won’t last a day on this team.”
“Since you all lost as a team, and your excuse seems to be a good fuckin’, does that mean you’re sharing your whore around to the whole team? ‘Cause from what I hear, she’s got a great ass and a fantastic pair of tits.”
I’m okay with a lot of trash-talking, most of the time it gets me pumped enough to turn my game around. But bringing my girl into this? Bringing the one thing that has nothing to do with my game and everything to do with my happiness and trash-talking her? Not okay.
So, when my hands fist at my sides as I take another deep breath, Will whispers, “Stay calm, man, this is what he wants.”
Obviously, T.J. heard him and when he responded, all of my restraint disappeared.
“What I want is to feel the magic pussy that seems to have brought Anderson to his kn—”
Before he finishes my fist lifts and rams itself into T.J.’s face, causing him to drop like a rock to the concrete beneath his feet.
“What the fuck!” Miller screams as he scrambles to his feet and it’s at that moment that Coach decides to open the back door and the second our eyes connect and he sees the scene before him, I know I’m in deep shit.
“Anderson, get in here. Now!”
I nod, looking back at Will who asks if I want him to wait but I just shake my head, knowing I won’t be good company at all after this conversation.
When I get into the building and make my way into the locker room once more, I notice that Coach is the only one left and instead of going into his office like I expected, he pulls up a folding chair next to him and motions for me to sit.
It’s another few minutes of sitting in silence before he finally talks. “What is going on with you lately? First your game play took a turn for the worse, it’s gotten better but you still have some work to do…”
I nod my head, knowing he’s right.
“And now you’re getting in fistfights with a teammate in the parking lot? What the hell, Josh?”
I hang my head, hating the disappointed tone in his voice and hating my actions even more. The second my fist connected with Miller’s face, I knew I made a mistake, but I won’t lie and say the sight of him lying there writhing in pain wasn’t just a little bit satisfactory.
When I say nothing, Coach sits back in his chair and lets out a sigh. “Josh, talk to me. I know something’s up.”
I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees and dipping my head before I spill everything. My relationship with Harper, the stress of my game going downhill, and everything with T.J. and at first, I don’t think he hears me because he doesn’t say a word. But then he clasps me on the shoulder the way he used to when I was a rookie.
“I get it, kid. Everything seems to be happening at the same time and it can feel overwhelming but that’s what I’m here for, that’s what Will is for.”
I give him a look as he smirks.
“Like I don’t know that you guys are best friends. I’m not blind, Josh.”
I chuckle, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
“I need you to give T.J. a break.”
My eyes shoot up to meet his which are sympathetic.
“I know he makes it hard. I know he likes to get under your skin but that’s the kid in him.”
I nod, understanding but also hating he’s getting a pass for what he said just because he’s a stupid kid.
“Don’t give me that look, Josh. I will talk to Miller. I will explain that if he continues to talk trash like that he will be disciplined but I will tell you right now, and this stays between us.” His eyes tell me if I utter a word outside this room, I’m a dead man, so I agree. “Management wants to see what he can do, so there will be times where he will be playing, and you won’t be.”
