His Best Nightmare

Chapter Ten

I shoved some bystander out of my way, before I continued to storm into the men's locker room, ignoring the baffled looks of the security guards as they tried and failed to stop me.

We were down by two points, and half time was nearly over, and Kal hadn't seen a single fucking minute on the field.

I cannot improve his image without him proving to the fan base that he was more committed to the game, now more than ever.

As I turned the corner into the locker room, the melancholy vibe immediately dissipated into pure fucking shock as the men watching a woman storm into their safe haven.

I was like the terminator as my eyes scanned the shocked faces of the men, ignoring their sweaty bodies and their dropped jaws, before I found my target standing in front of all of them, whatever he had been about to say died on his lips as his eyes caught mine.

I continued my war path as I stalked towards him, "we had a fucking agreement. You help me, and I help you. We agreed on that, now please tell me how the fuck are you helping me by not playing the walking boner?"

Coach's eyes narrowed down at me, his height somewhat intimidating, but fury was behind me and fury beat male intimidation any fucking day of the week.

"I don't tell you how to do your job, lassie, and you sure as hell don't tell me how to do mine!" he yelled back.

I probably didn't look at intimidating as I hoped in my jeans and chunky sweater, with converse on, but fuck if I wasn't about to try.

I turned and using all five classes of kickboxing I took two years ago, I sent my foot into the large white board behind the coach, watching as it tilted over and collapsed to the ground.

"You're down two fucking points, you put Kal in the fucking game, have his weird ass score and then we both win. You get the trophy and I don't have to go through thousands of tweets and posts of people calling my fucking client a limp dick who can't even get into the game. That's how we both win. But if you prefer we can have every news outlet discussing how I tackled you on national fucking TV before being carried off the field, instead of your embarrassing loss, and my embarrassing client. Is that what you prefer?" I snapped in the baited silence of the men's locker room.

Coach only glared, but I knew my message had been received loud and clear.

I whipped around, causing many of the men to lean back as if I was about to karate kick them.

My eyes landed on that handsome face that would be in my nightmares for the next fifty years, "you better play your fucking ass off, I want three fucking goals, or so help me I will decapitate you with a fucking soccer ball." He gave a slow nod, as I tried to ignore the way his lips were tugging into a smile.

With that I stormed back out of the men's locker room, past the baffled security guards and back to my seat next to Dorthy who was shoving a hot dog down her throat.

"How'd it go?" she asked calmly, already use to my insanity.

I rolled my eyes, "I kicked over the play board."

"Hard core." She snickered as she shoved her hot dog down her throat, while being completely decked out in a shimmering gold midi dress that hugged every curve of her model body.

She and I were night and day, her hair curled to perfection, while I had barely looked twice before dragging my hair into a messy bun. It was almost funny that we were friends.

But when it came down to it, Dorthy was a real one.

I couldn't even count the amount of times that she had my back in a fight, or in general.

It had always been the three of us, Dorthy, Zola, and I.

But I could hardly look Zola in the eye, let alone speak to her.

The girl who was my maid of honor, hell we were going to run this entire world together and I had completely bailed on her.

And for every time that Dorthy had my back, Zola had my front and side.

She was so strong, and I had been so strong, but now? I didn't even think she could look at me, or even would want to. I was weak and stupid, I knew I had disappointed her beyond everything, and how could I ever face her again?

Dorthy knocked her shoulder into mine as the men ran back out onto the field, getting ready for the second half.

"I know that look, Val, what's going on?"

I sighed, "have you ... spoken to Zo?" I asked trying hard not to wince.

Dorthy gave me a hard look, "I texted her, let her know I was with you and that you weren't dead in a ditch somewhere after you dropped her with all the bullshit at work. She told me not to push you on anything or hell to even say anything, but I have to say this. Zola is our best fucking friend, and you two even work together, Val. Why are you shutting her out? You know she has zero self-control, do you know it is killing her not to track you down?"

I nod slowly, "I thought so. But how can I ever face her again? She's the real deal, Dorthy. Me? I'm the weak one who pretends to be strong, the one who couldn't ... who –" I choked slowly, feeling my chest tighten.

"No one is made of steel, bitch. Not me, definitely not Zola, and not you. She's your best friend, we graduated fucking high school together, we held hands as I got my nipple pierced, and inevitably when it got infected. All of us, and then we held her hand when she passed out at the hospital from my infection, but anyway, we and definitely she, will never hate you, never judge you. We love you."

I tried not to put too much hope in her words, pretend like whole heart was desperate for it to be true.

"I wasted all of her time. I didn't even-"

Dorthy cut me off with a hand, "do you know what happened the night after the incident?" she rolled her eyes at the word my parents had probably engraved into everyone who knew anything mind.

I shook my head, only remembering desperately trying to get out of there, away from what I was seeing.

"Zola set a certain someone's red Bugatti on fire, do you honestly think we didn't kick someone's ass that night? We love you and if you couldn't do it, then we sure as fuck were going to do it for you." She grabbed my hand, a bright smile on her face, "so give her a call, you're like a sister to her, to both of us, and she's impatient so sooner or later she's going to find you and she's going to be pissed."

I smiled.

Really smiled, for the first time in a long time.

Just then the crowd went wild around us, forcing us to look to the field were Kal had a huge smile on his face, sweat dripping down his body as his teammates jumped on his back.

He had scored.

Then his eyes caught mine.

That smirk on his lips as he lifted his hand and raised two fingers at me.

Two more to go.

And maybe my smile got slightly realer, but he should never know that.

So, I rolled my eyes and flipped him off.

Ignoring the heart breaking smile that spread across his face.