Coach Krzyzewski's Granddaughter

14| I've Lost Him

Grayson's POV

Wednesday, December 21st, 2016

   "Just ignore him, Gray." Luke whispers to me. "He's not worth it."

   I give a small nod as we head onto the court after Elon's timeout. Junior year has sucked without my dad calling me every game night, telling me he loves me, that I did amazing at the game, and giving me tips.

   But I lost him.

   I think of my broken mother. Tonan is always texting me about how he has to persuade her to eat.

   The whistle from the referee interrupts my thoughts, and I grab the ball to pass it in. I pass it overhead to Luke then run up the court with the rest of the players.

   "Your dad's probably so happy he's away from the loser son he has." Steven whispers in my ear as he brushes past me.

   I huff out a breath and Luke makes eye contact with me, shaking his head. I cut Steven Santa Ana out of my mind and call for the ball.

It keeps happening, over and over.

"He belongs in hell."

"Did you trip him, causing him to fall into the pits of Satan?"

"Cry baby."

"How the fuck did you get a girlfriend? How the fuck did your dad get a wife?"

He can talk bad about my team. He can talk bad about me. He can not talk bad about my father.

I'm tired of it. I don't care about the stupid looks Lukas is giving me. People only know me for tripping, so why not?

As I am pushed off the court, I stick out my legs. Steven falls, and I fight back my smile. He gets up and starts yelling at me, making me yell back. Some of the team pulls me back, Elon doing the same to Steven.

Other than the referees whispering as they watch over the tape, the stadium is silent. You could hear a pin drop.

   As the referee calls the technical and I see the look on coach's face, I immediately regret my decision. The results of this will not be great. People already say shit about me, now it's going to be way worse. If Sylvia was embarrassed before, she'll never want to be with me in public. She probably won't want to be with me at all.

   This is gonna make Mama even more stressed, which is the part I'm most worried about. Why am I such a fucking idiot?

   I let out my anger at Scheyer as I sit on my chair. I feel cameras watching me, watching the newest college kid to hate.

   I bring my towel to my face as Coach lectures me.

   "Grayson, look at me while I'm speaking." Coach demands.

   I remove my towel and look up at him. I try not to scowl, but I can't help it. Coach continues to get mad at me, occasionally yelling at the guys on the court.

   Boos are all I hear as we walk back onto the court after halftime. I'll have to get used to this.

   The guys end up with a win, and I'm not surprised. Without me, they're good. I just drag the team down.