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I'm your coach (Nate Maloley)

"Have you seen the coach's new assistant? He is literally the hottest guy I've seen at this school." My best friend and teammate, Alex, gushes as we waited for our last class to start.

"No I have not. How does he look like?" I asked as I pull out my pencil case from my black JanSport backpack.

Incredibly ecstatic to tell me, she turns her whole body to face me and calmly places her hands on her lap before letting out a muffled squeal that caught the attention of the few students around us. "Well, first off, his name is Nate Maloley. He's 20, which makes him 6 years older than us. He graduated from here like two years ago or something and he has tattoos on his wrists and his bicep. Oh and not to mention, he has these amazing dimples and these amazing hazel eyes that could make you melt within seconds."

"Wait, wait, hold on. How do you even know this?" I asked suspiciously.

"I met him in the hallway on my way to class. He was with coach." She replies, shrugging her shoulders, then proceeding to face the front of the classroom once again.

"Y/N, you need to see him. He is seriously a God." She praises right before our teacher walks into the class and begins the lesson.

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The bell rings, indicating that school is now over. I slowly pack my belongings and waited for Alex to do the same. Once she zips her bag up, she looks at me with wondering eyes and a mischievous smirk.

"Let's head to practice early today." She suggests as she stands from her seat.

"Why? So you could see Naaaaate?" I teased.

"Well yeah and so you could see him too."

There was no way I was going to get her to not go with this plan, so I agreed to it anyway. We stopped by our lockers to grab our duffle bags with our extra clothes and headed to the gym. We push open the gym doors to find a couple of girls on the basketball team let out disappointed sighs.

"Wait, why are you all here so early?" Alex asked as she grips the strap of her duffle tighter into her palm.

"We could ask you the same thing." Another girl responds.

"Alright ladies, we all know why we're here. We wanted to see coach's new assistant because we all heard he was smoking hot. Am I right?" My other best friend, Kate, says out loud. Alex and I join her on the second row of the bleachers. There's an agreement in unison before we go back to small talk within our little groups as we waited for our coach to show up.

"So Kate, what have you heard about this assistant coach?" I asked, trying to hype myself up before actually seeing him.

"I heard his brother goes here and he's a junior. I think someone mentioned that his brother's name was Stewart?" She says as she ties her hair in a high ponytail. "And that he has these beautiful tattoos, he's single, and he has dimples." She adds on. I just nod my head as I proceed to tie my shoes and tie my hair up in a high ponytail as well.

A few minutes passed and we hear the gym doors open and lo and behold, our coach walks in with his assistant. As Nate strolled in, his eyes glued to the ground as he focused on every word that came out of coaches mouth, I couldn't help but find him incredibly attractive. He casually runs his fingers through his thick brown hair as he looks up to see three rows of girls sitting and waiting patiently for his arrival. Our coach looks at all of us who were already dressed for practice and gives us a confused look. He takes a glance at his watch then his phone as if he was double checking the time.

"Why are you all here 45 minutes earlier than practice originally starts?" He asked, gripping his clipboard in his hand.

Nate looks at him, showing everyone his perfect profile. His jawline was incredibly defined and when he clenched it, I swear I saw a few girls melt at the sight.