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Laughter from the guys who showed up for an optional workout follows Coach’s shouting. Wasting no time, we start the walk of shame. Both of us are in black sweats, Jordans on our feet and our team’s dark green hoodies. My hood hangs over my head while Hudson lets his dark hair show, shorter on the sides and longer in the front.
We both take one more deep breath as we approach the office. The door is open and my heart races in anticipation.
Rounding the doorway, my eyes meet Coach’s. He is sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. He’s wearing his usual dark green team tracksuit, the wind jacket is unzipped showing his white team shirt underneath.
It’s who I see next that makes all of this click.
Ms. Lewis.
She is sitting on the brown couch against his wall. Her hair is long, black, and wavy hanging over her shoulders. Petite with a great ass. That is something I have come to notice throughout her first semester with the team. Her green eyes look back at me, freckles run across the bridge of her button nose. She is nervous.Biting her bottom lip gives it away. Her right leg is trembling with anticipation. We keep it pretty casual around here. Ms. Lewis, Banks, is in black skinny jeans, black high-top converse and an oversized cream knitted sweater. She’s started to pick at her cuticles, and as I look up again, I catch her looking back at me.
I wink at her, letting her know I’ve caught her and her eyes immediately shift to Coach.
“Sit the fuck down,” he barks at us. Regaining my attention.
My brother and I both take a seat in the chairs in front of his desk. Looking over to Hudson, he turns his head briefly to look at me. His eyes cut to the side, silently telling me to look back over where I was just looking.
That’s when I realized it.
Why we are here.
We have a fucking narc in our midst, boys.
4
BANKS
Iguess I forgot to mention the fifteen grand I found under my apartment door earlier this week. That’s not why the Cooper’s have been called into Coach’s office, though.
I have no idea where the money came from. It was divided into separate envelopes, a grand in ten smaller envelopes, then five grand in another labeled ‘yours’. When I get nervous, which I am now, things that aren’t even relevant enter my head and I feel like just spitting it out.
There is no reason for me to feel this way.
Well, maybe a tiny bit of a reason. The Coopers are like gods around here. Hudson, our power house captain, and first line center is destined to play pro and is wildly outspoken. Landon is quieter with a friendlier and softer face, but also intimidating. You never know what he is thinking. But with his piercing blue eyes, he is always watching, always observing. I watch people, and he is a curious man. Landon plays defense for us. Both boys are seniors, built with those hockey thighs and asses, tall and attractive.
A girl can look.
After I’ve just been side eye’d by Landon, they may just look more terrifying than attractive. Plus, I’m the reason they’ve been called in.
The early morning emails came from their professors. If you are on the team, you need to maintain a C minus average. Coach Taylor holds them to a higher standard. B minus, otherwise you are on probation. Have to attend all optional days and bag skates on weekends, game or no game. You skate.
Landon passed his arts exams, his major, but barely passed his Statistics class. It brought his average below what the coach finds acceptable.
Hudson, on the other hand, was alarming.
He is a business major, he failed most of his exams, but somehow still passed his courses. Like his brother, his average is well below the B minus coach expects.
It’s my job to bring all grades to Coach. He likes being involved in their education and holding them accountable like adults and not kids. When I got the email from their professors with their grades, with still an exam each to go, I couldn’t ignore it. Even if they both pass their last one with flying colors, it won’t bring their average up high enough.
I can feel eyes on me. Burning into my skin.
“Look at me, not her.” Coach barks at the twins.
My focus is on Coach. Not the boys now. This is also my first serious meeting with guys from the team and coach. Normally it’s check in’s, helping the students out and setting up resources for them to take advantage of.
I’m sure this is the first of many uncomfortable meetings in my foreseeable future once they are put on probation.
Coach rotates his laptop around, showing both of them their grades.
