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Fuck.
How had this happened?
And why the fuck hadn’t anyone told me?
Without another word, I spun on my heel and walked away from her. It was an asshole move, but it was a damn sight better than the alternative.
Coach’s daughter.
Lily Ford.
It was the worst fucking thing that could happen to me.
Bryan frowned as I rejoined him and the rest of our crew. “Everything okay?”
“She’s Coach’s daughter.”
“Oh fuck,” he balked before bursting into laughter.
“Fuck off,” I grumbled, shouldering past him and heading for the school building.
“You’ve got to admit,” he caught up with me, “it’s pretty funny.”
“I’m glad one of us is amused.” Because I sure as fuck wasn’t.
When I didn’t answer, he added, “Plenty more pussy in the sea. Lindsey is gagging for a taste of the Thatchman, and she looks like she knows how to work that body, if you know what I’m saying.”
“Yeah,” I murmured, hoping to shut him up. I wasn’t interested in what Lindsey or anyone else was offering. I was too hung up on Lily.
And now she was one hundred percent off-limits.
Of all the fucking girls in the school, it had to be her.
I internally groaned as I moved down the hall toward first period. Part of me was pissed at Lindsey for dropping the bomb like that. But the other part knew she’d done me a favor before I said or did something I couldn’t take back. So we’d kissed Friday night? It was one measly kiss. It didn’t mean anything. It was a dare. Seven minutes of heaven in a boat shed. It wasn’t like I’d fucked her. Even if her dad found out, it was just one kiss.
Except it wasn’t.
And I hoped he didn’t. Because I was here to play football. My future was in his hands. He already had enough ammunition to make my life difficult for the fact my name was Thatcher.
I didn’t need to give him any more reasons to hate me.
* * *
By the timepractice rolled around, I was irritable as hell. Thankfully, I didn’t share any classes with Lily. I didn’t want to see the dejected look in her eyes again.
“Okay, bring it in,” Coach yelled. “This Friday it’s the pep rally and then the week after we have our first game against Marshall Prep. That’s two weeks to prove to me you deserve a spot on the team.”
“That’s some bullshit,” someone muttered behind me.
“What the hell was that?” Coach barked. “If you’ve got something to say, spit it out. No?” He waited another minute, the silence painful. “Good. Because let’s get one thing straight. This is my team.Myfucking team. And everyone who steps out on that field a week Friday will have earned their spot. You hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes, sir.” Our voices echoed around the field.
“Better,” he grunted. “Now get out there and show me what you’re made of.”
