The Assistant Coach (BOOK 1: OMEN KING SERIES)

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Kohl Warren

I'm in the middle of brushing my teeth, savoring that refreshing minty taste, when I catch Owen giving me the stalker stare in the mirror.

"You look like a stalker," I quip, spitting out the toothpaste and vigorously scrubbing my tongue.

After rinsing my mouth with water, I grab a towel and wipe my face clean. I notice that the heater is raised to the max, and that probably has something to do with Tim.

Tim changes the thermometer every time it's convenient to him, fuck the rest of our wants.

"Are you coming to the party? The football team just won, so it's gonna be wild at Kappa," Owen asks, reminding me of the celebration.

I make a mental note to ask Rocky how the game went. Since our practices align with Rocky's games, we haven't had a chance to make it to any of his games yet, but we do watch it through the recording he brings back.

"I'll be there," I reply, grabbing a black T-shirt and throwing it on.

I have a reputation that precedes me, Tim has told me that he heard rumors about how I always attend parties and that's just not true.

I do attend a lot of parties but not when I have hockey, I dial it down to maybe like once every two weeks. Just to let others know I'm alive and kicking.

The noise coming from downstairs is deafening, prompting Owen to follow me out of the bathroom and down the stairs. As we enter the living room, we're met with chaos.

A completely naked girl is running around, causing a scene until she suddenly sees us, stops in her tracks, turns pale, and hides behind the couch.

"Romeo, why didn't you tell me there were other people here?" the girl shrieks, clearly irritated.

A shirtless Rocky looks at us with a mischievous glint in his eye, fighting back a laugh. Owen, on the other hand, shoots him a death glare.

This isn't going to end well at all.

It's always Rocky that manages to piss Owen off.

"Rome Benjamin," Owen's clearly taken aback by the unexpected sight in front of us.

It's a classic case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. We warned Rocky countless times about bringing girls home, but he never listens. It's not like we care if he wants to hook up with them, but Owen has this thing about girls in our dorm ever since the Rocky debacle. And here we are once again, with Rocky pissing off Owen.

Tim strolls into the living room, looking all casual and shirtless, and asks, "What's going on?"

Before anyone can answer, Tim heads to the kitchen and catches sight of the girl. Without a word, he grabs a blanket from the couch and tosses it in her direction.

Tim is basically the gentleman of us all if I do say so myself. He isn't as picture perfect as others see him as, he does sleep around but he keeps it private, that's why everyone thinks of him as the only one of us who isn't a playboy which is not the case, whatsoever.

Except he remembers every girl he slept with which does make him better than us who forget most of the girls we've had sex with.

There's also Ant, I never know about him. I'm friends with the guy, yet I don't know if he's a man-whore like the rest of us, maybe because he keeps to himself.

"Thanks," she mumbles from behind the couch.

And then, just like that, she's gathering up her clothes and storming out the door, slamming it shut behind her. She took our blanket, my blanket to be specific.