Coach Krzyzewski's Granddaughter

1| The Coachs Granddaughter

   I'm Sylvia Frasher, the 17, almost 18 year old daughter of Lindy Frasher, who's the daughter of the legendary Duke coach. Yep, I'm the granddaughter of Coach Mike Krzyzewski. I get to go to every home game in the front row of the student section, and it's amazing. I watch as the team for 2014-2015 files into the locker room.

   I read The Hunger Games as grandpa talks to all of them. The same, boring speech he gives every single year. Be loyal, play hard, don't fight, blah blah blah. And of course,my favorite, don't hurt my granddaughter. I hear the normal few chuckles.

   "Right Sylvia?" Grandpa asks. I look up, not hearing the question.
   "Huh?"
   "You don't need a boyfriend."
   I laugh and nod.
   "And this year Sylvia is finally old enough to help all of you train, so definitely keep your hands off of her. Got it boys?"
   A chorus of yes sirs is given. I glance back down at my book but feel eyes burning into me.

   I look up and see no one staring at me. I shake it off and continue to read as grandpa hands out schedules. "First practice starts tomorrow night. Our first game is against Livingstone on Tuesday. Also, congratulations to our freshman for surviving their first CTC!" The guys laugh as they pat each other's backs. "Now in case you haven't memorized each others names yet, I'll read out the list:

Quinn Cook
Grayson Allen
Tyus Jones
Justise Winslow
Matt Jones
Jahlil Okafor
Amile Jefferson
Sean Obi
Marshall Plumlee
Sean Kelly
Nick Pagliuca

   "The freshman for this year are Grayson, Tyus, Justise, and Jahlil. Have a good season and school year." There are cheers, more like roars, when each name is mentioned. I put my bookmark in my book and stand along with the guys and grandpa. I hug grandpa then head back to a Freshman's dorm. My best friend, Hanna Scott, greets me with a smile.

   "Any cute new players?" She asks. I shake my head while laughing. Hanna pouts and I lie on her bed. Hanna and I met at theater camp years ago, but were disappointed when we found out she's a year older than me. Her major here is theater, which is my plan too.

   We both sing along to some 80's rock songs before grandpa finishes his work stuff and calls me to meet him in front of the chapel. "Oh, you're a little runaway!" I laugh at Hanna's Bon Jovi reference then start to walk towards the chapel. It got super cold in the last hour, unfortunately.

   I see a tall, dark figure ahead. Fear overwhelms me, but a sigh of relief exits my mouth when I see that it's just one of the freshman on the team. He smiles and waves at me, "Hey Sylvia!" I see his face more clearly now, and his deep voice does not match his young appearance. "Hi, um, sorry. I don't know your name."
   He chuckles a super dorky laugh and holds out his hand. "Grayson."
   I smile shyly as I shake his huge, warm hand.

   He stares at me. "You look nothing like coach."
   I shrug, he's right. Blonde hair, green eyes, freckles, slender and tall body, straight teeth, yeah. Not much in the Krzyzewski blood, but in Frasher blood.

   Grayson gives a smile. "I'll see you at practice tomorrow."
   I nod and we both head our separate ways. I must admit, he was kind of good looking. His smile is what dazzled me most, though. It was so dorky, but so handsome at the same time... Agh, Sylvia, stop it. Your last boyfriend cheated on you, so no more boys for awhile. I get in grandpa's car and he drives.

   "I'll see you tomorrow at 3:30 after school to bring you for practice." I nod as I climb out of the car. I groan as my brothers, Quin, Remington, and Caden, run around like animals when I enter my home. They always go crazy when I'm with grandpa and our parents are at work.