coach >> cth

no, not him

^^^Take me out of the witches cauldron? Yeah lets go with that, Take me out of the witches cauldron because I am done...wtf even am I?

"What the hell is going on in here?!" He shouts glaring at Lee and Rachel before sympathetically turning to me.

"N-nothing Coach." I stammer, still crying.

"For crying out loud Scarlett, it's hardly nothing, first a massive group of girls run into my office shouting things about 'help' or 'hostage in the freaking locker room', and then I hear a scream loud enough to make someone deaf jeez, and I've been to a Sleeping With Sirens concert, jesus that was loud enough. Now would someone care to explain what the hell is going on?" He asks walking further into the room.

"Um, coach, sir, could I speak to you alone about um, this?" Sadie jumps up from the benches, red faced with wet cheeks.

"Yes, but Scarlett, stay here, and I mean do not move, and you four," hs gestures towards Lee, Hunter, Rachel and Rebecca, "come on, get out. Go!"

They all leave smirking, literally smirking, who fucking smirks? And Rachel even kicks Sadie on the way past.

"Right Scarlett, I'm going to go get Harry and Ashton, they'll come and speak to you, calm you down. In fact instead of being in here you can use my office and I'll speak to Sadie here in Mrs. Jacks' office. Come on girls." He walks to the door, opening it, watching us leave. My breathing still hasn't steadied out, and for some reason tears won't stop flowing down my cheeks.

Pulling my legs up to my chest, I sink back into coach Hood's chair whilst furiously wiping at my eyes with my school cardigan. Unfortunately, the tears continue to flow and spill onto my bare legs and run down to my ankles.

The sound of the door clicking open followed by the squeaking of sneakers on the pale blue linoleum flooring emanates through the room, causing me to look up to find Harry walking through the door.

"Oh my god Scarlett, what the hell happened?" He asks, his voice laced with concern.

"Rachel." I reply, staring at the grass stains on the toes of Harry's blue sneakers .

"Oh god, what did she do now?" He asks, whilst sitting down on another office chair in the room.

"She just- I don't actually know, Lee and Hunter came in an-"

"What the fůck were they doing in the girls changing rooms?" Harry says, wheeling his chair closer to the one I'm sitting on.

"I really have no clue, but if it wasn't for Coach Hood I'd probably still be in there cornered by them." I sniffle looking down at my bare legs and moving my skirt to cover my thighs more.

"What were they going to do to you Scar?" He asks, quieter than before.

"They were...I don't even know, but they had their phones out and were talking about my thighs and that but I don't know how they found out!" I say, the volume of my voice matching that of Harry's.

"Wait about that? " He asks knowing the answer, himself and Ashton being the only people who know, well that I know of anyway.

"But how?" He persists, as if I know the answer.

"I don't fucking know Harry, you tell me!" I yell back, a sudden sense of anger washing over me for no apparent reason.

"Wait, this'll sound stupid but hear me out, Hunter spoke to you about the party right?" Harry asks cautiously. Frowning I nod looking up into his intensely vivid green eyes wide with uncertainty.

"Well did he try anything? Like try to kiss you or whatnot?" I shake my head whilst thinking back to the party.

"No he didn't." I reply.

"Was there any point that he could've seen you or anything?" He presses the subject even more.

"Well later on that night I did go upstairs alone to the bathroom..." I trail off, not thinking of this being of any relevance.

"Did you see anyone up there at all?"

"Yeah...Coach Hood was there, he's Hunter's cousin." I tell him recalling snippets of that night.

"Maybe Hunter saw you going upstairs...I mean you did have on a dress he could've been perving? Wouldn't put it past that lowlife excuse for a boy." Harry says, more to himself.

"But...that just doesn't make sense." I say quietly.

"Wait, a minute ago you said that he didn't kiss you or anything...did anyone else?"

-ashton-

"..kiss you or anything...did anyone else?" I hear Harry's voice, almost as a whisper.

"Well...actually yeah." Scarlett's sweet voice replies, slightly muffled due to her being choked up from crying. Well that's what I presume from what everyone was saying.

"Oh my god Scar who?!" Excitement fills Harry's tone as I near the door, ready to join them.

"Well it was actually-"

"Was it Ash?!"

"What? No, not him."

I stop walking completely and listen to Scarlett's next few words.

"It was Coach Hood."

Before even giving myself time to reconsider, I turn away and run towards the exit and to the field behind the school, before feeling an unfamiliar overwhelm of emotions run through me and tears forming in my eyes, mostly out of pure frustration.

But out of anger too, anger towards Calum.

Although it's more than anger towards Calum, but hatred towards who he is now compared to who he was then.

I updated for mien freunde to read on her plane ^.^ and my other friend who needs to know wtf i was talking about yesterday about sws... [sorry about this btw {its rly bad}] anywayyy...well I hope you liked this! (I didn't it's bad) but I just came up with the whole plotline and I now officially know where I'm going with this ff!! I'm more excited than I should be but oh well and sorry for it being at like just past 1 in the morning aswell oops?

Also I didn't read this over so sorry for any ugly mistakes (oh wait that's just the author nvm!)