The Assistant Coach (BOOK 1: OMEN KING SERIES)

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Leia Welsh

I watched in concern as Warren walked off campus, probably fuming over the fact I called him Kohl. Part of me wanted to make sure he was okay, but then I remember I have this annoying pest standing in front of me.

"Why are you always bothering me?" I groan, my eyes narrowing as they land on Adam's face.

I can't help but notice the fresh cut running from his left cheek all the way up to his eyebrow. It's like a neon sign screaming 'trouble'. Adam catches me staring and flashes me a cocky smirk.

"I got into it with a crazy chick," he mutters nonchalantly, as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

I take a moment to really look at him. Despite his apparent lack of sanity, he is quite handsome.

I can't help but notice all the little details about him.

His eyes are a dull brown, not exactly captivating, but they fit perfectly with his dark eyebrows. And those cheekbones, even with the fresh cut running up to his eyebrow, are pretty nice

And his lips, smooth and pink, are full and look like they could probably talk their way out of anything. He's got a nice muscular build, not too bulky, but strong.

And those broad shoulders of his could probably carry the weight of the world. His nose fits perfectly on his round face, like it was made just for him.

And of course, he's wearing an Iverton jacket, some regular jeans, and those regular black Jordan sneakers. His olive-toned skin looks nice and smooth, like it's been taken care of. But as much as I can appreciate his appearance, I still despise the guy.

"You most likely deserved it," I say, not able to resist throwing a little shade his way.

Because let's be real, the guy did pull on my hair like a psycho. He probably had it coming, whatever that chick did to him. And now he's here at WB with no game or anything.

As the doors swing open behind me, I can feel the hot air from the hockey players walking out of the building. This is not what I need right now!

I quickly grab Adam by his jacket and spin him around to face me, our faces so close I can practically feel his breath on my skin. His eyes widen in surprise, and a faint blush tinges his cheeks.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to maintain my composure, even though I'm feeling incredibly awkward. I don't want a fight to break out, especially not with these guys.

The voices of the hockey players echo in the background as they pass by us, oblivious to everything. I release my grip on Adam's jacket and let out a forced cough, trying hard to break the

awkward silence that has settled between us.

Ari and Owen appear, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief at the sight of Adam standing there.

Ari's finger points accusingly at him. "What is he doing here?" She demands an explanation, while Owen stands tall and protective, ready to fight if necessary.

I can't help but roll my eyes at their dramatic reactions. I wish I had a witty comeback to explain Adam's presence, but the truth is, I have no idea why he's here.

And as he flashes that fake smile of his, I can't help but feel annoyed. This whole situation is just too much to handle right now.

"I'm here to take my crush out on a date," Adam says, his words hitting me like a ton of bricks. I snap my head so fast that I swear I can feel my neck muscles protesting.

Crush? Seriously? This guy must have a few screws loose if he thinks I'd go on a date with him.

His eyes are locked on me as he casually throws his arm over my shoulder, and I have to fight back the urge to gag. The thought of going on a date with Adam is enough to make me want to run in the opposite direction.