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Not Bex.
Zero fucks given.
I walk over to their table, flanked by Drake, Tucker, Trent, and Jamie. Bex bites into her pizza, now ignoring me.
Coach slaps the seat next to him. “Sit with us.”
“Thanks for the invite, Coach.” I wave him off. “But we don’t want to crash your dinner.”
“No, that’s nonsense. I insist.” He looks to his daughter for confirmation. “Honey, you don’t mind, right?”
Bex shrugs and slides across the bench, moving her plate with her. She finishes her slice and then wipes her mouth with a napkin.
Beautiful without even trying, Bex is still in the same shorts and fitted jersey from earlier. Her blonde hair falls in messy waves over her breasts. Her face is free of makeup, her lips chapped with a minor cut on the right side. Bex doesn’t seem to care what anyone thinks of her. She has just the right amount of sass and reminds me of… my mom. I was raised by a strong, stubborn woman who was on track to play basketball professionally until an injury ended her career.
“Have you guys met my daughter, Bex?”
“Not until she ran into me in the locker room earlier,” I admit.
Her eyes widen as if I said something wrong.
Coach cocks a curious eyebrow at her.
“I lied about coming in through the side entrance,” she says to clear up his confusion.
His cheeks flush once he realizes she walked through a crowded locker room full of naked men.
“It’s okay, Dad. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
His eyes pop out of his head, but he keeps his cool in front of us and rebounds quickly. “We’ll talk about this later, Bex.” His focus shifts from his daughter and back to me. “Join us.”
I squeeze Coach Bryant’s shoulder. “That’s all right, we were just grabbing a slice for the road.”
My friends are right about Coach Bryant treating me like a son. He has shown me special treatment since freshman year when he was still the assistant coach. He pulled me aside at the first tryout and told me I had something special and not to waste it on women or booze. Ever since, he’s been more than a coach to me.
“We’ll be back,” Tucker says to Coach and pulls me away from the table, lowering his voice. “Dude, you were staring at her a little too hard in front of Coach Bryant.”
We stop in front of the counter, and Tucker orders a slice for each of us. I pull out my wallet, assuming these cheap fucks aren’t paying. Not like they can’t afford it. They have hefty trust funds, too.
I hand a twenty to the man behind the register, my body angled toward Tucker. “I wasn’t staring. Would you fuck off about it?”
“She’s trouble,” Jamie says a concerned expression on his face. “I can see it already.”
“I’m not even going there,” I spit back. “Coach’s daughter is out of the question.”
Drake laughs. “Yeah, but you never turn down a challenge.”
He’s right.
I learned that from my dad. If Bex were anyone other than my favorite coach’s daughter, I would have been all over her. I love her attitude. No one ever challenges me, especially not women.
We grab our food from the counter and head back to Coach’s table. Bex glances up at me, this time without a mouth full of food. Wide blue eyes stare back at me, a defiant smirk on her lips.
Fuck, I’m in trouble.
Jamie is spot-on about this girl.
“There’s plenty of room on your side,” Bex says to her dad. “No need to make a Bex sandwich. I wouldn’t want to break one of your rules.”
