The Good Intentions

Chapter 11 - Kaden

Kaden

It wasn't hard tracking down Coach's address from one of the guys on the team. I did contemplate with myself if this was something I wanted to do. Should I really get his daughter to like me just so she can put a good word in for me with Coach? It sounds crazy now that I think about it. But right now, it seems like the only option. I don't think he will be pulling me off the bench anytime soon. And the way my dad reacted after I never played at all the first game... Let's just say it wasn't pretty.

Sticking to my plan, I park along the side of the street, surprisingly with a ton of other cars.

What's going on here?

I step out of my car and glance at the house in front of me. The GPS in my car led me here so I guess it's the right place.

It's pitch black outside but the light blue house in front of me is all lit up. Music echoes around me as I walk up the wooden steps to the porch. A small white rocking chair is sitting by the front door.

This is Coach's house?

It's more shocking to see in person. Honestly, after how he's been acting towards me recently, I pictured him living in a rickety old house, dark and haunted by ghosts. I was wrong. This place is actually quite cute.

A round of cheers rattles me out of my thoughts. Is he having some kind of party? What am I even doing here? It's unexpected. I never met his daughter before. I'm going to look like such a creep just showing up on the doorstep. What will I say if Coach answers? Oh god, I have a feeling he's going to be pissed.

I ring the doorbell.

Oh, fuck! Did I really just do that?

It was instinct. A nervous tick. But I can't move.

This is so stupid. This plan is stupid. I should go.

The door swings open and— holy shit.

"You..."

"Bethany," I rasp out and clear my throat. "You're—" She's Coach's daughter?

Oh, god this isn't happening right now. One would think I would have put two and two together after seeing her last name in class, Harris, but I didn't. I'm such an idiot. I can't do this. I'm not going to do this to her. She's... Well, she's Bethany.

"What are you doing here?" she asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

When I blink I find myself staring at her. Specifically her body. Her cleavage is exposed in the purple dress she's wearing. I never knew how... how sexy her body was until right now. Normally when I see her she's wearing a hoodie. But this... Damn, she's beautiful. And not just her body, her face too. Rosy cheeks against pale skin, her blond hair, big brown eyes hooded by thick lashes.

"Kaden?" She says again.

"Sorry," I shake my head, "I was just—"

"Kaden!" Coach Harris is standing behind her as he swings the door open more, giving me a better look inside. They are definitely having a party. "Don't just stand outside," he nudges Bethany over and grabs a fistful of my white t-shirt. "Come on in." He yanks me inside and slings his arm over my shoulders.

I see a glass in his free hand. How many of those has he had? Probably a lot considering how he's acting with me. I haven't seen Coach smile like this in, well, never actually. He's definitely drunk.

While he walks me through the house, I glance over my shoulder. Where did Bethany go? She really looked pissed when she saw me on her doorstep. She's probably plotting ways to castrate me since kicking me in the balls didn't get me to leave her alone.