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
I walked into the locker room after practice, feeling the familiar burn in my muscles from a solid session. It was Sunday, and I was ready to unwind. The guys were all changing, talking, and messing around, as usual. It wasn't long before I found my spot at the row of lockers, pulling my shirt off and tossing it into my bag. I wasn't really paying attention to anything specific when I heard Coach's voice on the other side of the room.
"John, get over here. I need to talk to you about your positioning during the scrimmage today," Coach's tone was firm, but not too harsh.
I was in the middle of pulling off my shorts when I heard Coach's voice, this time directed right at me. "Holy shit, Gray, what animal attacked you?"
I froze mid-motion, my hand still on the waistband of my shorts. My stomach dropped as I turned my head, making eye contact with Coach Holland. He wasn't even looking at me directly, his eyes scanning the back of my body.
"What?" I replay slowly turning my body.
"Garrison... you've got scratches all the way down your back," he said, his voice carrying an amused disbelief.
My heart skipped a beat. My mind instantly went blank, and I just stared at him, trying to process what he'd said. I could feel my face heating up. I'd completely forgotten about the marks. The evidence of my weekend was still fresh on my skin fucking sex scratches I hadn't even noticed until now.
"Uh..." I stammered, unsure of what to say. I couldn't exactly tell my coach that those were from a girl I had spent the night with—especially not when my teammates were all within earshot. The guys were already starting to notice.
Jackson, who was getting changed a few lockers down, slapped me on the back with a chuckle. "Oh, those aren't from an animal, Coach," he said with a sly grin, looking at me like I was a deer caught in headlights.
The locker room erupted with laughter, and I felt my face burn even more. I shifted awkwardly on my feet, unsure of what to do with myself. I shot Jackson a glare, but it didn't help—he and a few other guys were still laughing.
I couldn't bring myself to look at Coach. My eyes flicked back to him, and I saw the slight smirk on his face as he shook his head.
"You guys are idiots," Coach muttered, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and disbelief. He wasn't even mad—just shaking his head at how we were all acting.
I managed a weak laugh and cleared my throat. "Yeah, sorry about that, Coach," I said, hoping it was enough to get past the awkwardness.
But the damage was done. The entire locker room was buzzing with the latest bit of gossip, and I could already feel the teasing coming on strong. I couldn't help but feel like I just got caught with my pants down—figuratively speaking.
