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Chapter Six
I watched as Davis walked slowly into my house and into the living room. My aunts stopped talking to acknowledge his presence and admire his looks. I almost scoffed but stopped myself. I mean, their husbands are in the same room, sure their eyes are glued to the tv right now as they are watching a soccer game(now you see where I get it from) but they still shouldn't be perving on my coach. And if you are going to check him out, at least be discreet about it!
Davis sat down next to one of my uncles and brought his eyes to the television too. At the moment my favorite team in the Serie A was playing and I leaned against a wall in a corner trying to go unnoticed so I could enjoy the game, and of course all of the hot players. My hopes were ruined when I heard my mother call out to me and tell me to go get a beer for Tyler. Why don't you get up and get it since you're the one who invited him in? I thought to myself as I pretended not to hear her but when she turned around and gave me an expectant look I sighed and pushed myself off the wall.
Maybe I could switch his drink with some kind of toxic chemical that won't permenantly hurt him or anything but just temporarly so I could get a kick out of it. I'd have to practice my shocked face when he falls over after taking a gulp of his "beer" and pretend like I have no idea what is going on. I'd suggest that he eats a lot of fast food and he could probably be having a heart attack or something when I know he rarely eats fast food. Well, actually I wouldn't really know whether he eats it or not, but the guy doesn't even let me eat a bag of chips so if he's over here eating buckets of fast food then he deserves that heart attack. Okay, that's too much, I take that back.
I grabbed the beer bottle and pushed away the urge to follow through with my plans and handed him the beer which he looked over to me with a smile and said thank you. Oh please, stop putting up this little act like you're the nicest person ever. My aunts continued to smile at him as he took a gulp of his beer and then put it back on the table. He looked over to them briefly and gave them a polite smile. I turned my head so they wouldn't see my facial expression as I gagged at them, they should be ashamed of themselves! Of course though, Davis caught the look because I turned my head slightly in his direction and he smirked when he saw me gag and then grabbed his beer again.
"So you are Iris's coach right?" Duh I thought as my youngest aunt, Ellen said.
"Yes this is the fourth year." Davis said smiling and I narrowed my eyes at him. Fourth year of torture.
""Hmm, now I finally understand why she insists on playing so much." She said giving me a suggestive look while I glared back at her. Oh yes Aunt Ellie, I just love going to practice so he could tell me how beautiful I am while I run on that field as he gives us ridiculous workouts. I enjoy it so, so much, I thought sarcastically. "You know with her ankle and all." She added and now I wanted to throw the beer bottle at her. I did not want her to be talking about any potential injuries with my coach!
I glared at my mother though because she was the culprit. She was the only one who knew how bad my ankle was bothering me because the night of our first game I could barely even walk on it. I tried to sneak off into the kitchen to grab a pack of ice and then go up to my room so she wouldn't know if it was bothering me. If my mother would have found out she would complain about how I am risking my body while I am playing "this sport." Of course though, I was caught red handed as I was walking up the stairs and she was coming down them. I quickly put the bag behind my back but it was too late because she had already seen it. She then forced the truth out of me and it took me at least an hour and half to convince her that I only rolled it awkwardly during the game and just felt like icing it to be sure I was okay. She must have told my aunts about it because lets face it she has a big mouth and so do they considering they just said it to Davis.
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