Falling For The Coaches Daughter

Chapter two: Never had that problem

Okay so some people might have a problem with this rule of my dad's but luckily for me their was not one cute guy on his precious football team in middle school. I mean they would try and get with me and flirt or whatever. But I wasn't having it. My dad would even embarrass me every practice and tell them I was off limits. The girls would laugh and point while I turn bright red. I would always hate sitting at my dad's practices. Like why would he need me there everytime to tell them about me? Why can't you just tell them to back off without me being there? Like save me the embarrassment please. But no. It was like my dad lived to embarrass me. And I was tired of it to be honest. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my dad call my name.  

"Yes?"

"You know I love you right?"

"Yes, dad what's up? Why you being all mushy?"

"I just don't say it enough."

"Okay. I love you too dad."

"And you know I want what's best for you.'

'Seriously dad, what is up?"

"Nothing. I just want you to know their is a reason why I make you promise to stay away from my football players."

"I get it. Okay? You don't have to worry."

"It would be better if you stayed away from all boys. Deal?"

"Nice try dad."

"It was worth a shot."

"Yeah. I'd better get going. See you later."

"Bye sweetie."

"Miley!"

"Hey!"

Miley was my best friend since forever. I've known her since kindergarten. We have been through everything together. We've had our fights for sure but at the end of the day we are always there for each other. She is like a sister.

"Hey girl! I've missed you!"

"You just saw me yesterday!"

"Exactly! A whole night apart! God come here!"

She squeezes me into a hug. God I love her. Her sense of humour never bores me. She was like holding me to the point where I couldn't breathe so I had to poke her to let me go.

"Sorry girl!"

"It's alright! What's your first class?"

"English."

"Same!!"

When we hear the first bell, we head over to our class. We get there and the classroom is barely full. So we chose to sit and the very back.

"Hope the teacher is hot." my best friend said.

"Why?"

"If he's hot then I can imagine hooking up with him and then I won't be bored in this class!"

I laugh and say, "I love it!"

I'm laughing and giggling with Miley when all of the sudden my attention goes to this hot guy that just walked in. He was so gorgeous. His eyes we're like an ocean blue. Then his hair was was like a dark brown. He was dressed in Blue Jeans and a red shirt. I watched him as he slowly touched his hair to move it out of his face. He smiles and almost makes me faint. He turns over to look at me and I quickly look away blushing. I suddenly feel someone tap me on my shoulder. Is it him?