Twin Entanglement [C]

Chapter 36 - 'Obedience'

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“What did you say..?”

Coach Wicker smirked as she leaned back against the table folding her arms. Her eyes sparkled as they focused on me.

“You heard me.”

My palms felt sweaty and the rhythm of my heart felt just a little uneven, but somehow my breathing kept even as I stood in the dank office that had a faint familiar scent lingering beneath the smell of sweat. The scent tugged at my memory that was currently occupied with nothing but a blank screen as I stared at coach. My thoughts all but failed me as I stood there trying to decipher what she had just asked, no demanded of me.

“How did-” the words died on my lips.

Coach Wicker watched me, her expression unreadable.

“So… do we have a deal? You run in the festival or I reveal your little crush on Mia Angel?”

I remained motionless, processing her words.

Shaking her head Coach Wicker sighed as she scratched her head. I could tell she was slightly uncomfortable. I guess black mail wasn’t an everyday thing for her.

“Listen Amy,” she breathed out patiently, though her tone was strained as she fought to keep her own irritation at bay, “I’ve tried everything else and frankly-and stop me if you don’t agree- I’ve treated you far better than your average student. But I’ve received nothing but minimal participation from you.”

Narrowing her eyes at me, she gestured to the wall where a dismal shelf stood with all of three trophies standing proudly in the middle of a sea of photo frames of the schools past track teams.

“Now we may not be like those star schools with all the fancy funding and all-star teams, but we’d still like to win sometimes, you know…”

I rolled my eyes as coach got lost in another lecture on the history of the schools achievements, or lack thereof, and how it was her dream to see another trophy added to her shelf. Glancing to the exit, I tried to catch a glimpse of the locker rooms. Craning my head slightly I searched for Trish’s locker.

Considering it was around fourth period, the locker rooms were still fairly deserted. Sighing I turned back to watch as Coach turned her attention back to me.

“…of course I get you’re probably thinking ‘what does my personal life have to do with all this’ right?”

My heart stopped, reminded of her earlier words. Nodding my head, Coach carried on, a grin on her face.

“Well, let’s just say I’ve decided to play dirty.”

I flinched at the use of the word.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the teacher here?” I asked.

Coach Wicker scoffed as she rounded the table and sat down behind the desk.

“And who says I’m not teaching right now?”

I raised an eyebrow, “A lesson in what?”

Coach Wicker stared a long while at me before answering, the look in her eyes serious for a moment before turning into something else I couldn’t place. Shrugging her shoulders she replied.