Masky x reader

Y/n POV

"Listen coach , I just told you I added five extra miles on my running , I'm barley eating as it is and it's getting to the point where people are calling me suicidal and anorexic over it -"

"Y/n listen to me "
The tall blonde orange skinned man leaned down and flashed a pearly white smile that held several meanings behind it that meant the total opposite of what a smile should mean

"Come into my office "
He patted my shoulder as I crossed my arms , glaring down at the floor before turning around in the gym , ignoring people's stares from the outburst that happened only from a few moments ago
I shook my head and calmly walked out of the gym and across the hall, placing my hand onto the cold handle and pushing it open

The couch's back faced me as he stared up into one of his trophy cases that he had won during his school years
"Y/n , your the best on the team , even your female abilities surpass the boys and I know I may sound like a broken record but it's unfortunately true -
He finally turned around , making my gaze meet his

I crossed my arms again, feeling my muscles tense slightly from my building up anger
'Feminist bitch '
"You add on 5 more miles , eat more protein and add 15 more push-ups , 10 more squats , 5 more curl ups and for god sakes y/n work on your sit ups "
He spat as he pointed to you with every word
I pushed back the growl that threatened to crawl up my throat and huffed out a sigh

"Yes couch , couch why do you put so much on me ? , don't even say that your just trying to make me better - I think I have a good enough of a idea why you are but that would be quite rude to assume such thoughts "
I looked around the room , the dark oak desk that held that be damned clip board
"Also embarrassing me infront of the school back there isn't the best thing to do to the wrestler that's taking you the state championship "

"Y/n that's no way to speak to your couch "
I twirled around , already annoyed with the stupid voice
That voice belonging to the assistant principal , he is definitely over six feet tall, bald , sharp eyes and very big but not like a average man on my six hundred pound  life but the man that scares little kids on Halloween by sitting on his pouch with a rifle rested on his lap , his gut poking out of his shirt

He wore the same grey pants , black designer shoes and a white buttoned up shirt with the red and black tie as he does every day
"Mr hill I would like to talk to him alone "
My annoyance was probably obvious in my voice my at the moment I couldn't care less

'Top 2 out of six assholes  are in the room , great '
I rolled my eyes while looking away and back to the couch
"Can I go or are you not done adding onto my never ending workout "

The couch chuckled , running a hand through his horrible bleached blonde hair
"I asked you to come in here so you would rant in here and not embarrass both of us infront of the school , stopping mr grosh from his upcoming speech - look "

He took a step past me , his cologne made its way to my face and made my eyes watery
'Why can't he just wear old spice or some shit ?!'
He grabbed his clip board , taking the pen from the top of the metal clamp and flipped a few pages before writing down something

"Look"
He repeated and handed me the board , the cold board somehow made me more anxious about what he was about to show me
My eyes scanned the page
"Gavin Briggs "
He said , pausing to take a sip of his drink that rested onto the rester on his desk
"Didn't he shoot a eight pointer last week jake ?"
Mr hill said , leaning against the wall with his arms crossed

I sighed and continued reading, ignoring their conversation
' ugh Men '
I thought as I rolled my eyes
Gavin had won 12 matches out of all 20 so far within the Month while I won every single one , what's so important about him
His cocky attitude ? fake hospitality?