The Jock's Love Story

Chapter 8

Ok guys honestly i wasn't happy making this chapter. I felt so crappy making this. I don't know, somehow i find myself thinking that i'm swaying from the story plot. Well anyways, i made sure it wasn't too late to post it since i really didn't wanna keep you guys waiting. Plus, i think i'm rushing the story...hopefully i manage to get back on my knees and be more determined to make the next chapter..

WELL ANYWAYS ENJOY!!!

"Austin! i need a word with you, NOW" coach Devon shouted at me after morning practice was over. Specifying the 'Now'.

This was the first time since i joined the football team that coach has ever called me with a 'no shitting' tone. All eyes were on me especially Marcus and Carter who had a surprised expression.

"Good luck, man" whispered Marcus as he patted my shoulder.

I nodded in response and followed to where coach Devon led me. We finally arrived in his office, where i was standing and he went behind his desk.
What have i done to piss him off?

"Care to explain why you're not focusing during practice nowadays?" coach Devon asked with a stern tone.

Ok, ever since i've been involved with Vince, let's just say i haven't been thinking of my school life lately, even football! the thing that i actually enjoy in life! The incident that happened four days ago with Berny didn't help, it reminded me about the little moment Vince and i shared in the his car. It wouldn't stop bugging me until now. Obviously, it has to be those stupid horny hormones of mine. Probably because i'm sexually deprived or some other nonsense shit that's going on in my body.

The sound of coach Devon clearing his throat caught me back to reality.

"Seriously Austin? even day dreaming when i'm about to scold you" he said in his serious coach like tone. He even rolled his eyes.

Screw you Vince! this is all your fault.

"Sorry coach, i just had something on my mind" i apologized.

Coach cocked an eyebrow. Please don't ask me further questions...

"Well whatever it is, i want you to snap out of it and tell me why you're not focusing. It isn't like you Austin." he said genuinely concerned.

I shrugged not knowing what to say. All i want to do was get out of this situation right now.

"I'm fine coach, i'm just going um...through a phase...."

That was such a lie. I can't just say;
Oh i've been going out with a ceo to pretend to be his fiancée and then i almost got raped by some pervert 4 days ago.

Definitely a big no.

"What? are you on your period?" he remarked sarcastically, not buying the reason.

He probably thinks i'm one of those drama queens now. Damnit. Ugh what the fuck can i say?! I'm currently blank for excuses even though i've been a natural with them all this time.

"I guess you don't want to talk about it, rest for now, clear your mind. Don't come for practice next week, your shitty plays are giving me migraine every time i see you. Come back when you're ready" he said calmly, looking at me with eyes of boredom.

"Thanks coach, sorry for the trouble" i chuckled, feeling assured that he understood the situation.

"Yeah ok, get out of my office. I need to sleep." he said as he shooed me away.