This is exactly what you think it'll be. This Ted is like a mix between Jason and Ted. Idk how else to explain. Enjoy! 18+!!!
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We had lost five-nil. Not a single player had put in any effort during today's game. Apparently, facing Manchester City was too much for anyone to handle. I was positively fuming as I stormed into the locker room.
"What the actual hell, boys!" I shouted furiously as I burst in. The room went dead silent, and it hit me—I must have crashed one of Ted's intense post-game talks. Damn. I knew how enraged he got when anyone interrupted those. I had assumed he was done talking to the team, maybe even left the stadium by now.
My eyes darted around the room, catching the scared looks on every player's face, and I instantly grasped the gravity of my mistake. Then I turned and saw Ted. His hair was disheveled, his button-up shirt hung open at the top, and his eyes blazed with anger. This was not going to end well for me.
"Ted, I'm sorry—" I began to backpedal toward the door.
"Everybody out," he seethed, glaring at me.
The players quickly stood up and filed out, and I tried to blend in with them, hoping Ted wouldn't notice me slipping away.
"Not you," he added sternly. I didn't need to hear my name to know he was talking about me.
Damn. Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse.
As I made eye contact with the departing players, my fate became even clearer. I was in for a severe punishment.
The only people left in the room were Ted, Coach Beard, and me. Thankfully, Coach Beard was there.
"Coach, you too," Ted signaled with a nod toward the door. Beard gave me a mournful look as he exited, leaving me alone with Ted.
The air was thick in the locker room, the smell of sweat and exhaustion overwhelming my senses. And there was Ted, staring at me with eyes I couldn't read.
"You know, Emily," he began, his voice colder than I had ever heard it, "when I first met you, I never thought you'd be such a fucking pain in my ass."
I had never heard Ted curse before.
"I thought you were just another pretty face, but then I got to know you. You're smart, you're talented. I'll give you that.'"He paced around me slowly, each step echoing in the silence.
"But the one thing you need to work on," he continued, a sick amusement playing across his face, "is keeping your mouth shut."
I looked at him angrily. "Really, Ted? Keeping my mouth shut? After all the praise you gave my ideas, my plans, my tactics?"
He stopped pacing and turned to face me directly, his expression unreadable. "Yes, Emily. You don't seem to understand that there's a time and place for everything."
