Page 17 of Cupid Games


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Beverly gave a little laugh and threw up her hands.

“Not possible with these girls,” the know-it-all teenager said.

“Help your teammate up and apologize,” Emily demanded. If the girl didn’t, she wouldn’t be playing again. Second time in a week.

The girl glared at Emily and then yanked Alice up.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a patronizing voice.

That was all Emily could take. “Go. Hit the showers, Beverly. That’s enough for the day. The rest of you continue.”

They would be having a private chat while the other girls were in the shower.

Thirty minutes later, she released her players and sighed tiredly as they headed toward the locker rooms. Beverly had not come out and she was waiting to speak to her. She walked inside the locker room and was shocked to see everyone’s clothes all piled into one big pile with soap squirted on them.

“What the hell?” Jessica said throwing up her arms. “Who did this?”

“Beverly,” Alice said softly.

Emily didn’t have the heart to admonish her for her language because she was thinking the same thing. Walking over to the pile, the girls were rummaging around trying to find their clothes.

Emily clenched her fists, her chest throbbing in anger. Zach wouldn’t do this to her girls, but she would ask him about it just in case. But she didn’t believe for a moment that he had done this.

Beverly was nowhere to be found.

“Ladies, if I ever learn that any of you were a part of this, you’ll not be playing basketball with the team any longer. I’m not going to accept this kind of behavior,” she said, feeling like a hypocrite.

Wasn’t this exactly what she and Zach were doing to one another? But that was going to end tonight. If he wouldn’t call a truce, she would.

Time to be a better person and end their perverse games.

Going to her office, she found Beverly’s home phone number and called her mother.

“Hello,” a woman said.

“Mrs. Anderson, this is coach Emily Martin. I’m calling about your daughter Beverly,” she said.

“She’s not here,” she replied way too quickly. “Hey, are you that coach that got kicked off the team for being a whore? Why in the hell they hired you is beyond me. You’re a slut. You broke up some family home with your sleeping around.”

“Mrs. Anderson—” She tried to interrupt her, but the woman was not having it.

“I’m going to get you fired,” she said. “You need to be aware that we’re having a meeting and we’re going to run you out of town.”

It was all Emily could do not to respond to ask if they were going to use pitchforks and what happened toinnocent until proven guilty.

“Get in line,” she said. “Your daughter acted up in practice today and I was hoping to speak to you about it.”

The woman laughed.

“My daughter doesn’t do anything wrong compared to you. This is your fault because you can’t control these girls.”

Immediately, she understood there would be no reaching this woman. No matter what she said, Emily would be wrong and Beverly could have burned the place to the ground and it would be all right.

“Well, I just wanted to tell you that she piled all the girls’ clothes in the middle of the locker room and squirted soap on them all. This is what she did to her teammates.”

The woman laughed. “Beverly is very strong-willed. She must have thought those girls needed to wash their clothes. Don’t worry about it because you’re not going to be her coach much longer.”

The woman hung up the phone.

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