Shattered

ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 4

SCOTT

Out of everyone in this place, i had to bump into her...

On the other side i'm lucky that i did. I've never seen her this close, my hands on her waist to steady her.

As she looks up with that big cute blue eyes of her. So beautiful...

Isadora hesitates before speaking, "I... I'm- sorry..."

I chuckle at her shy respond "Don't worry about it". She gives me a forced smile. I know i'm not supposed to talk to her more but i can't help myself now that i finally get the chance to.

"You should be more careful though" I grin and let go of her waist, my hands falling to my sides.

"So, your here to watch practice again?". She nods, not saying anything. I didn't expect her to be so shy. Maybe it's because she is not allowed to talk to any of the boys from her dads team. 

"I have no choice" Isadora finally says. Giving her a small nod, i lean against the lockers, trying to keep it cool "So you are the coaches kid, huh?" I already know she is, i just wanna talk to her. 

Isadora just nods again. She is so flustered, i love it. "I guess that means you'll watch us train every day then?". Finally she speaks up, "sadly". A chuckle escapes my mouth.

"Oh don't look like that. You almost look sad" I say joking. "I am." She mutters back.

"It can't be that bad watching me play". Isadora scoffs and takes a step closer "trust me, it is". I chuckle and my eyebrows raise "I know you secretly love it." I say, also taking a step closer. 

"Do i, captain?" She's flirting back. I'm doing a great job here. 

But my big egoish smirk quickly dissapears when i hear that familiar voice calling my name. "Shit" Isadora mutters. And indeed shit. It's coach Andrews. If he finds me tryna flirt with his daughter, i think i will be cleaning the locker rooms for 2 years straight. Or some other stupid chore. 

I take a step back as Coach walks into the hallway and looks at us blankly. "Scott... There you are." He mutters. "Here i am coach" I reply with a forced smile. Then it's quiet. Coach is looking between me and his daughter, one eyebrow raises. 

"Uhm dad- i was jus- handing this ball to him, yeah." Isadora says and shoves the ball into my hands roughly. I glance at her and then back at coach, putting on that acted smile of mine again. 

"Alright then..." Coach replies, clearly not convinced about this whole made up situation. "Cooper, get to the field boy, the rest is waiting for you." He always uses my last name when he's serious. So i glance over to Isadora one more time and then head to the field. 

"And Isadora, i wanna talk to you for a second" I hear Coach mutter. Great...

Heyy guys i'm sorry for the long wait but here is Chapter 4 finally! I was very busy, that's why i didn't write but i'm back!