Coaching ~ Complete ~ Sample

Part 1

She's back.

Goddammit, Damon Lewis was tired of seeing her here. Watching as she bitched out and let people walk all over her. The girl didn't have a backbone, at all. Not even a small one. All of her 'friends' pushed her around, used her and run all over her and she took it all with a fucking smile.

Pathetic.

That was the word that came to mind when he looked at the small woman standing off to the side of the room. She had three purses hanging from one of her arms and the same amount of jackets on the other. None of them hers. Her jacket was still on, which meant she was probably burning up in this house. The football house threw a party every Sunday night. Always the night after gameday. Whether they won or lost. Most of the time, they won.

Every Sunday, that girl would be standing in that spot watching as her 'friends' partied. While they drank, danced and enjoyed themselves, she was standing there holding their shit, with that stupidly beautiful smile on her face. Like no one could ever do anything to break her. Those girls would only walk over when they wanted something from their bag or to cockblock her.

Every guy that had gone over to talk to her had been redirected by one of the girls. Intercepted and pulled away. Damon didn't blame those guys for trying to talk to her. She had a beautiful face. Very pretty. She'd never taken her coat off here, so he didn't know anything about her body besides the fact that she was small as shit.

And that was going by how tall she was to other girls in the room. The average sized women all around her made her almost look like a child. The fact that she had to look up at them gave it away. There was no way she hit five foot. If Damon was to stand beside her, at his six foot three inch height? She'd definitely look like a child. He'd never been that close to her though. Choosing to stay away from the crowds, mostly. Perched against his own wall, with his drink and watching the chaos in his house.

These stupid fucking parties were starting to get on his nerves. It was the same every single time. The same beer, same music, the same people dancing and yelling. Sex happening everywhere. There was a cleaning company that would come every Monday morning to clean up the mess. It was the only time the place was ever clean and it wouldn't be that way Monday night, because the guys were messy as shit.

Not that he cared. He was hardly ever around anymore. Between practice, classes and studying he didn't have time to dick around at the house. Keeping his grades up to finish his business degree took up any extra time he used to have. Time he thought he'd had but didn't really. If he'd been smart, he would have spent his first three years here buckling down. Not getting his dick wet.

Too late now.

Now he was stressed with a short temper and bitter. Naturally, anyone in his place would be. A group of girls walked by, laughing, giggling and wiggling their fingers at him. He sneered at them, raising his lip, disgusted as he glared. They jerked and rushed away. If fear was something you could smell it would have overpowered the stench of the stale beer in the room.

Damon lifted his cup to his lips and pulled the last swig, the warm room temperature beer was gross and he fought the urge to spit it back in the cup. How did anyone enjoy doing this? What was he saying? He used to enjoy this but life happened. Just smacked him right in the face with a big ass Fuck You that went by the name Kaitlyn Westman. Stupid bitch. The name made him grind his molars together. No one pissed him off more than she did.

Then, on top of that, he'd been on the verge of being kicked off the team because his grades had suffered, thanks to him shucking his responsibilities. Now he was partying less and working harder. Getting his shit together, because even though he was on track to going pro, he still needed the degree. Even if he went pro, he would only be there for so many years and then he'd be taking over his dad's company. He couldn't fuck this up.

Cutting his eyes over to the girl in the corner, he looked her over again. Her long brown hair was braided back, her eyes tracking the people on the dance floor while she still had the smile on her face. She was too happy and it annoyed the fuck out of Damon. What the hell did she have to be happy about? Her friends treated her like shit and no one was fucking talking to her. She was weighed down like a pack mule and she probably felt like she was in hell with as hot as she had to be in that coat. He'd bet she was sweating a pool under that jacket.

A blonde rushed over to her and yanked on one of the purses. They both opened it and started digging around. Damon could see their lips moving like they were talking but he couldn't hear them over the music. The girl looked up at the blonde with that smile and placed her hand on her shoulder. She said something and the blonde seemed to relax, even gave her a small smile back. After calming her down she reached in the purse and pulled a few things out and handed it over. The blonde rushed away without so much as a thank you over her shoulder.

Damon rolled his eyes and then watched as the blonde rushed up the stairs with Aaron hot on her heels. Figures. He was glad he had a lock on his door. Shifting his gaze back to the girl he almost growled. Why the hell did she let people treat her like that and still smile at them the way she did? Still help them and wait for them, on them, like she was their personal assistant or some shit.

She needed to get harder. Grow a backbone and tell every single one of those girls to fuck off. Hell, he'd almost do it for her, if he actually gave a shit about anyone. Damon looked down at his empty cup. Usually he'd only drink one and head up to his room but tonight, he looked back up at the girl, tonight he'd have two.