SMUT WARNING || NSFW
In the midst of college life, Jade Holland discovers her father's betrayal, sending her world into chaos. Determined to reclaim her power, she finds herself entangled with a star player on her father's lacrosse team, igniting a...
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Garrison
The whistle blew, signaling the start of practice, but I could barely focus. I was going through the motions, executing plays with muscle memory, but my head wasn't fully in it. My thoughts kept drifting back to yesterday with Jade—her smile across the table, the way she looked at me like I wasn't just another guy. It was messing with my rhythm.
"Gray!"
I snapped my head up, realizing I had missed a pass. Coach Holland was standing on the sideline, arms crossed, his face set in that serious look he always wore when he wasn't happy.
I jogged over to him, trying to brush off the frustration. "Yeah, Coach?"
He didn't mince words. "You're off today. What's going on?"
I felt the heat rise in my neck. "I'm fine. Just a little distracted."
"Distracted?" Coach's voice was sharp, and I could tell he wasn't buying it. "You're a damn good player, Garrison. But if you don't stay focused, you're not gonna get anywhere. I'm not gonna stand here and watch you screw up over something outside this field."
I swallowed. There it was. The dreaded question. Coach wasn't just a coach; he was a father figure to a lot of us, especially me. And he wasn't just going to let things slide if something was messing with my game.
I quickly shoved the thought of Jade aside. "I'm good, Coach. It's nothing."
Coach raised an eyebrow, studying me for a moment. "Nothing? You sure about that? Because this team's counting on you. You're one of the best on this field, Gray. You've got to lead by example, and that starts with practicing like your life depends on it."
I nodded, keeping my focus on him, but inside, I was struggling. I was used to Coach pushing us, but this felt different. He wasn't just making a point about a play. He was trying to figure out if something was going on in my life that was distracting me.
"You've got a lot of talent, but talent's not enough if you're not bringing your A-game every time you step out here," Coach continued. "So I'm asking you, is something distracting you? This is your chance to tell me if something's wrong. You know I can help you, with school, money, life stuff or whatever but you gotta tell me"
I almost opened my mouth to say something. To tell him the truth—how I was thinking about a girl and how she kept popping into my mind at the most random moments. But I didn't. Because how pathetic would that sound.
"No, Coach. I'm good," I said instead, my voice more firm than I felt.
Coach gave me a long look, like he wasn't sure if he believed me but didn't want to press it further. He finally sighed, shaking his head. "Alright. But don't let whatever's going on outside this field mess with your game, okay? You know where to find me if you need to talk."
