Coach Tomlinson

This is not a fluffy story. Theres no weddings or babies, theres no happy ending. Its just my relationship with my football coach....

“Hey Mack” My best friend Lucy calls as i enter the changing room

“Hey Luce” I say waving at her, approaching her 

“Got your kit?” She asks pulling her socks up 

“Yep! Stop worrying about me” I chuckle getting changed into my football team kit

“Did you hear about the new coach?” I shake my head, “Apparently he just got out of school and he is fit!” She says winking

“He just got out of school? So that means he’s only a couple years older than us?” I ask, she nods fiddling with her pony tail 

“Maybe you have a chance then Loo” I giggle pulling on my trainers

“Shut up Mackenzie” She says punching my arm playfully “You can have him, he’s probably fuck ugly”

I nod and we jog out onto the field to join the rest of the girls, we chat and gossip all still wondering what our new coach looks like. As a whistle blows behind us, we all spin around in shock.

“Hello girls”

Holy. Shit.