The Taunting (College Life #1)

You better beat Stanford's ass...or else

Andreas P.O.V-

"Some coaches would want their players to go out there and do their best, but you all know me well. I expect you to go out there and do amazing. I won't tolerate a loss, Stanford has been whooping Berkeley's ass for 8 years now, I don't want it to be 9 years. We've been busting our asses during practice and I've been seeing good things, I want them translated onto that field tonight. From what I heard, the tickets for the game have sold out, that stadium is filled to the brim with fans, students, teachers, and scouts. DON'T FUCKING FAIL ME!" Coach screams to all of us.

We're currently in the locker room, all the players are surrounding him while he gives us his speech before the game. Usually, he's never this hard on us, but when it comes to Stanford, he loses all notion. I think he has some standing beef with their current coach, and can't stand the smug look on his face when they win.

"Yes, coach!" We all say at one time. He pats a couple of backs and walks over to his office. All the other players continue their separate conversations while they suit up. I, on the other hand, am already ready. It never takes me long to get ready, it takes my teammates long because they're chatting, and some are talking about all the girls they fucked at parties, how classy.

I look up to see a pained look on Teddy's face, "Are you still moping about Bridget?" I ask him.

"Yes, a bit. But that's not why I'm looking like this. I saw him out there, getting off the bus." My teeth grind together, I know exactly who he's talking about.

James.

James is my ex-friend who I caught fucking my ex-girlfriend. He's now at Stanford, playing on their football team, I'm sure Jessie's in the stands somewhere flagging around her tits for him. Out of all the colleges. . .

"I know, she came by the house a few days ago to tell me." Jace comes around the bend, tightening his shoelaces.

"And you're ok with that?" He asked, unsure of it all.

"Fuck no!" I snap. "There's nothing I can do about it; I just need to go out there and do my best to win. Rub it in his smug ass face."

Jace pats my back, "Got that right. Dicks like him shouldn't exist." I couldn't agree more. "Just don't lose your cool out on the field, we cannot afford to lose you."

"I won't," I assure him.

"I'm coming through, hide all your dicks!" I hear a feminine voice scream, while a bunch of guys groan and mumble why a girl is in the boy's locker room. The only girl I know that would willingly walk into a room full of guys, horny for any girl, is. . .

"Mony, the fuck are you doing in here?" Jace questions Monica. He snags her by the arm, pulling her to his chest trying to shield her eyes from the very naked man.

"I need to conduct an interview with the coach before the game. And since he was busy yesterday, it's the only time he has available." Her voice comes out muffled against his chest. She tries to lift her head up, but he pushes her back to him. "Jace, honey, I can't breathe."

"I don't care." He grumbles. "The only dick you will EVER be seeing is mine and mine only." Talk about an Alpha male.

Teddy and I share a laugh at Jace's protective nature to watch out for Monica, who doesn't give a shit.

"This is my job Jace, I need to interview him." She pinches his arm, which makes him let her go. Her eyes glaze over once she takes in the many bodies of testosterone roaming around her. "Damn, these guys look good, I wonder if-"

Her sentence is put on hold once Jace gives her a menacing look, basically saying if she says something else, he'll lose his mind.

Around the corner, I hear a squeak, it's Topolski, the nervous freshman who's always slipping and falling and occasionally the team punching bag. The older guys like to mess with him, but I try my best to protect him. His eyes are glued to Monica, probably wondering why she's in here.