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“It’s for charity, Sterns. And not just any charity. It’s for the one Brody O’Brien started. And that boy is one of our own,” Coach warns, shooting him a glare. “And you’ll do it with a damn smile on your face, or you’ll ride that bench so hard that your ass will be sore. You feel me?”
Link sighs, “Yes, sir.”
I don’t say anything because frankly, I am terrified of Coach. But deep down, my mind is reeling, and my back teeth are grinding together. I’m no fucking dancer. And I think it’s bullshit that we have to do this and not the football team.
“With all due respect, Coach, what about our season? Seems sort of insane that we’re going to fuck around with dancing when we need to be focused on winning games.” I say what everyone else is thinking. “Not to mention risking an injury, twirling around in a tutu.”
Coach nods slowly, pointing at me. “For that, I just might make you wear an actual tutu, Thompson.” He holds his arms out, looking around. “It’s a few hour-long practices a week, damnit. They have been told to keep it light and easy, to not put players at risk of an injury. This isn’t going to be a big deal. You’ll meet with your dancer when both of your schedules allow it. The two of you will come up with a plan. And then when the time comes, you’ll dance. Likely look like a moron. And go about your life while kids in need get to play sports.” He gives us a no-bullshit look. “To me, it’s not hard to figure out. So, for the love of God, just shut up and do it.”
“Yes, sir,” we all say.
“Great. Now, I know you’re all tired, but you’ve got the whole afternoon to recover. But guess what. Tonight at seven o’clock…you will go to the dance studio in the Finnigan building. You’ll go there and do whatever the hell Jolene asks of you. Do we understand each other?”
We all nod, and he looks around, pleased with our answer.
“All right. Get on out of here, boys. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The dance teacher…lady…instructor—whatever the hell she is—pinches the bridge of her nose, gazing at all of us. It’s obvious we suck ass, and she’s probably wondering what the hell she got herself into by agreeing to this. But in our defense, we’re all still fucking wiped out after practice earlier.
“Well, we certainly have some work to do,” she huffs. “Lucky for you all, I have some incredibly talented dancers. They could make evenyouclowns look good.”
We showed up here, as requested by Coach LaConte. Did some stretching, had to show off our nonexistent dance moves. All in all, it was probably the most awkward I’ve ever felt in my life. I’m pretty sure the only one who didn’t hate it was Cade, and that’s just because I think he was half-drunk.
“All of you will receive an email sometime in the next few days. The email will state a date and time to come back here to find out who you’ll be working with.” Giving us a tight-lipped smile, she waves her hand. “You are all free to go.”
“Thank God,” someone mutters under their breath as we all waste no time filing out of the room.
“I don’t know what y’all are sulking about. Do you know how wild dancers are in bed?” Cade grins as we head through the hallway and outside toward the parking lot. “That Poppy girl is hot as hell. I hope she’s my partner. She’s an absolute bitch, but I’d let her ride me until she had a big ol’ smile on her face.”
“Dude, shut up,” Link groans, dragging a hand down his face. “I can’t believe I have to do this shit.”
“How’d Tate take it?” I grin.
He scowls. “She fucking laughed. Thought it was hilarious that I had to dance with a ballerina.” He shakes his head. “I’d figured she’d be pissed. But, no, she said she’s inviting everyone to my performance. Like I’m a fucking first grader or some shit.”
“Look on the bright side,” I say, trying to make him feel better. “She said it doesn’t have to be a ballet dance. So, no tights for you, big guy. Unless you’re into it.”
“I’d wear ’em. I don’t give a fuck.” Cade shrugs, and I know he isn’t kidding. He literally gives zero fucks. “I’d have to beat the women off of me once they saw my dong in them.”
“Wow,” Watson mutters. “Just…wow.”
“I know I said I wanted Poppy, but now that I think about it, there’s a chick with black hair that I saw on the steps of the dancers’ house the other day. I was on my run, and if she hadn’t been talking on her cell phone, I would have walked right over to her.” He licks his finger, pretending it’s sizzling. “Fucking. Hot. With an ass on her that I instantly got a half-chub for.”
“I bet you’re talking about Sutton Savage. That’s Tennessee’s Senator Savage’s daughter,” Watson says thoughtfully. “She’s in my Business class. She and her friend Ryann Denver both are.”
Grinning at Watson, Cade smacks him on the abdomen. “Gentry, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you had a little crush on this Sutton girl.”
Out of nowhere, I feel my jaw tense and my hand curl into a fist. I don’t like these guys talking about Sutton. Though I have no idea why.
“No,” Watson says quickly. “I mean, yeah, she’s hot. Really hot. But her friend…she is too gorgeous.”
“Watson’s got a crush,” Cade chimes in, annoying Watson to the point that his face reddens.
“Fuck off,” Watson mutters. “Seriously, Huff.”
“Sterns, want to go grab a beer?” I say, ignoring the other two morons.
“Fuck yes, I do. The old lady is off visiting her mom and sister tonight.”
