The Final Season

Chapter 22

Important Note: Okay so first thank you for everyone supporting this story you're all awesome honestly. Something a lot of people are asking me is "are Davis and Iris together?" or "When are they getting together?" Okay so I really don't want to answer the second question because that just wouldn't be fun to know if they'll end up together or not(: but as of now they are not together. But again thank you guys for the votes/comments!! Honestly your comments make my day.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Davis's Pov

I think I just set myself up for disaster. The girls walked by me and each and every one of them directed their glares toward me. Beth, rolled her eyes as she walked past me, and even the Zoey, who I barely ever heard talk, look disappointed in me. It's completely understandable for them to stick by their friend, I definitely didn't expect a bunch of teenage girls to be okay with my decision. I did however expect for them to see why I did it. It's not like I'm picking on Iris, god knows I've tolerated that girl for long enough, and it's escalated to the point where I can't anymore. I'd rather be the bad guy here than watch her kill herself out on that field. Especially when she thinks she's okay, I can see just by the way she shifts her weight slightly to her left foot that she's nowhere near okay.

I've never kicked someone off the team. Never in the past four years that I've coached, and never have I lost my cool, but Iris, well Iris can bring out any reaction out of me, and I think she knows when to use it to her advantage. Her face when I told her she was off the team, well I nearly changed my mind and told her to stay. I know how important this is for her, and I know how badly she wants to beat the Warriors, but she's becoming reckless, and I'd rather have her hate me than have her further injure herself. I know she won't understand that, so there is no point in explaining it to her. She'll thank me one day, and she'll undestand why I've done it.

I grabbed my bag and the med kit and then realized that the team left all of the equipment for me to take in. I specifically told them to not forget to bring the ball bags and pinnies toward my car, and to take the four corner flags to the shed. I guess this was their act of rebellion, if they can't verbally say anything, they might as well act out instead. It's clever, I give them that, I can't take away all of their jerseys because then I wouldn't have a team, and I'd probably lose the coaching position. Part of me is debating whether I want to come back or not after this season. It's becoming stressful, and everyone wants to pick a fight. Everyone is quick to bring the blame to me, and usually I can just take it, because I don't hold grudges and I've been stabbed in the back so many times, that I've become immune to all of this. I can usually handle everything, but this season is mentally draining. Iris is mentally draining.

I sighed slightly as I put the last of the equipment in my car and then locked up the stadium. It's been a long night, and an even longer game. I haven't even fully comprehended that we've won tonight. I haven't even congratulated the girls for their hard work. I sat down in my seat and pulled my phone out. I sent out a group text saying good work, and practice for tomorrow after school, but I made sure that I took Iris out of the group. Once I sent the text out, I drove home and when I walked in, Meg was laying on the couch watching tv. She had already texted me earlier today telling me that she was going to stop by, and since she had her own key, I didn't really bother replying, that and I was busy stressing over the game.

I set my bag down by the door and pulled the hoodie over my head, and then proceeded to do the same with my polo that I had changed into for the game after school. I walked to my room quickly and grabbed a white t-shirt from my drawer. I sat down on the edge of my bed and ran my hand over my hair before resting it on my forehead. Meg followed shortly after, and she was in one of my shirts and boxers, something that she grew accustomed to doing early in our relationship, and something I didn't mind her doing, especially when they ended up looking better on her.