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
Practice had just ended, and I was heading off the field, my cleats dragging a little in the dirt. I was tired, my mind already on a shower and some food, when I spotted Jade.
She was standing at the edge of the field, her arms folded loosely, a soft smile on her face. My heart did an involuntary flip.
"What are you doing here?" I asked as she walked toward me, my voice low and cautious. I glanced over my shoulder instinctively, scanning the field.
"I wanted to see you," she said simply, stopping right in front of me.
Before I could respond, she leaned up on her toes and pressed a quick, soft kiss to my lips. It was sweet, unexpected, and way too public.
"Jade," I hissed, glancing around again. My pulse sped up when I spotted Coach Holland near the bench. He was watching us, arms crossed, his expression unreadable—but the disapproval was clear.
"Relax," Jade said, brushing my arm gently. "It's fine."
"Fine?" I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady. "Your dad is literally right there."
She smiled like it was no big deal. "So? He'll get over it."
I opened my mouth to protest, but the words wouldn't come. She was so calm, so sure, like her dad's glare wasn't making my stomach churn.
"All right," I muttered, though I didn't believe it for a second.
She grinned, stepping back. "See? That wasn't so hard."
I gave her a weak smile, but as she walked away, I could still feel Coach's eyes on me.
Relax, she'd said. Yeah, right.
I glanced back at Coach one last time, his frown etched in stone, and sighed. I was in so much trouble.
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I swallowed hard as I moved towards the locker room, trying to push the image of Coach Holland's glare out of my head. The man had a way of looking at you that made you feel about two inches tall, and I'd had my fair share of it already.
Just as I reached the hallway leading to the weight room, I heard his voice behind me.
"Garrison."
I froze mid-step, my stomach twisting in knots. Slowly, I turned around, schooling my face into something neutral. Coach Holland stood there, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp.
"So I see you didn't listen to me," he said, his voice calm but heavy with warning.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out at first. I felt like a kid caught sneaking out past curfew, only a thousand times worse.
"Coach, I—" I started, but I caught myself. Apologizing wasn't going to help, and I wasn't sorry for being with Jade. Not even a little. "I don't want to discuss my relationship with you."
Coach's eyebrows shot up, and I immediately regretted how bold that sounded.
"You mean your relationship with my daughter?" he said, his tone sharp enough to cut through steel.
I winced but didn't back down. "Yes, sir," I said quietly, forcing myself to meet his eyes.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The weight of his stare felt like a physical thing, pressing down on me. My palms were damp, and I had to fight the urge to wipe them on my shorts.
Finally, he broke the silence. "Garrison," he said, his voice quieter now, but no less firm, "what the hell were you thinking, doing that in front of the whole team? In front of me?"
"I wasn't thinking," I admitted. "Not about that, anyway. I was just... I care about Jade. I want to be with her. And I don't know why you wouldn't want her to be with someone who actually cares about her and treats her well."
The words were out before I could stop them, and my heart felt like it might beat out of my chest. Coach's expression didn't soften, but he didn't interrupt me either.
"I know I'm not perfect," I added, my voice quieter now, "but I treat her right. I care about her more than anything. And I don't plan on hurting her."
Coach stared at me for a long moment, his jaw tight. For the first time since this whole thing started, he looked less angry and more... conflicted.
Finally, he spoke. "If I find out you hurt her," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "it's not gonna be good for you. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir," I said quickly, nodding. "But... believe me, you're hurting her way more than I ever could."
The words slipped out before I could think better of it. As soon as they were in the air, I regretted them. Coach's expression darkened, and I could feel the tension rise between us.
I didn't wait for him to respond. Turning on my heel, I muttered, "I should go," and started walking away, my heart pounding in my chest.
As I pushed through the door to the locker room, I couldn't help but replay the moment in my head. I'd stood my ground, but I'd also crossed a line I wasn't sure I could walk back from.
And yet, as I thought about Jade—about her fire, her determination, the way she kissed me like she wasn't afraid of anything—I knew one thing for sure.
