"COME ON GUYS PUSH IT" you hear Coach Mahone yell.
You were currently at basketball practice and Coach Mahone was making everyone do suicides since you lost your last game. You sprinted to the end of the court then turned around and sprinted back. 4 years of this and you should be used to it but no.
"Y/N come on, you're slacking!" He yelled at me.
That pushed you over the edge. You sprinted with everything you had left and beat everyone else to the end.
"Y/N meet me in my office after practice," Coach said pulling me aside.
You went into the locker room and took a quick shower. You put on a black bralette and shorts and went out to Coach Mahone's office.
You sat down on the chair by his desk. He sat down in the edge facing me.
"So what's up with you?" He said.
"Nothing, umm, why?" You asked.
"You seem to be slacking at practice." He said
"Why would you say that? I've been trying I swear." You told him
"I understand you've been trying Y/N. But something seems to be distracting you." He said
You have to admit. He was the distraction. He was young, probably in his early 20's. He was about 6'2. A very attractive male. Perfect jawline, hit body, a great smile, he was everything a girl could ever want. He brings me out if my thoughts.
"I've been hearing that you are also acting out very... Uh... Sexually." He said
You roll my eyes and scoff at his bluntness.
"Really Coach, this is high school, you should know better than anyone else that you can't believe everything you hear."
"I hear you have a big dick is that true?" You shot a look at him.
His face reddened and in a flash he was thrown off balance.
"That's not appropriate to talk about" he trailed off, when I realized he sat at the edge of his desk so he could look down my shirt. The tight low cut, basically see through shirt hugged your chest and showed off your curves perfectly.