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Chapter T W E L V E

       

Tiana's POV

This was my first job interview, and I wasn't sure what to do. I really wanted this job, too. I'd get paid for doing what I loved.

As I sat waiting in a small office, I organized my papers for the hundredth time since I'd gotten there. My hands were a bit shaky, so I was constantly dropping my pen.

It wasn't long before a tan boy who looked about my age exited what appeared to be the interview room.

I couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. His black spiked hair looked like it was carefully styled. His white teeth were hidden behind a luscious pair of pink lips. His brown eyes were glimmering, unlike the dull lights hanging from the ceiling. He was definitely tall. He looked to be about 6'1 or so. The outline of his abs bulged through his tight compression shirt.

"They want you in there." He seemed to be hiding his smirk. He must've noticed me checking him out.

My cheeks reddened as I nodded and went inside.

There was an older man sitting behind a desk cluttered with papers. He had a bald spot amongst his brown hair which was obviously dyed. I shook his hand before taking a seat.

"Tiana Ross, right?" he asked, glancing up at me from the paper he was looking at.

"Yes sir."

"So, you and the young man out there are the only two people who applied for this job. It's really pitiful. However, the both of you are very much qualified so you'll both be the coaches of the U10 Girls team." He folded his hands and looked straight at me.

My lips curved into a smile. Now I was getting paid to hang out with a hottie.

"So, practices are Tuesdays and Thursdays. You'll have games every Saturday, with the exception of make-up games should one ever occur."

"Thank you so much, sir! This means a lot to me." I shook his hand graciously.

He chuckled to himself before dismissing me.

The hot boy was sitting outside on one of the benches out front.

"Word has it we'll be working together." I smiled as I sat down next to him.

"I'm Rico," he extended his hand, which I slowly shook. Any kind of contact with him was good contact.

"Tiana." I winked.

"Do you want to exchange phone numbers so that we can keep in touch?" he asked, pulling his phone out his pocket.

I nodded and gave him my ten digits.

"And if you ever want to carpool to the games, we can work something out." He said. Wow, he was really convenient.

"I've got to get back to school now, but thanks. Text me," I waved.

"Where do you go to school?"

"St. Claire's," I answered.

"Oh, you aren't a snotty prep girl, are you?" he grimaced.

This is why I didn't wear my uniform in public. Thanks to stereotypes, people always assumed I was a rich, snobby private school girl. Sure, my family had some money, but I didn't rub it in people's faces. Everyone who attended St. Claire's was rich. It was only people like Tate and Beth who rubbed it in. No, I wasn't snobby at all.

"Oh, and you must've just hopped the border?" I sneered, feeling offended.

He didn't seem upset, but he laughed instead.