Page 4 of Happenstance
Fuck sakes.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Whitley!” Coach yelled, waving his hands through the air, “We’re not here to fucking daydream!”
“Sorry Coach, I’ve got something on my mind.”
“I don’t care if you have a goddamn log shoved up your ass. Get the fuck…”
Coach Keegan continued to scream at me while I watched his face get redder with every word. I cocked my head at his swinging arms, fisting in the air. I’d seen him go off like this before. Sometimes it seemed like hours before he calmed down.
I glanced over at the track coach and his assistant. While coach Bantam had the same red look in his face as my coach, the new assistant was calmly helping Shelby stretch. He pulled her leg up and leaned in, smiling down at her. Logan was definitely going to kill that guy.
“You better not stand around with your thumb up your ass on Sunday…”
“Yes, Coach.” At this point, I was pretty sure he didn’t need oxygen to live.
“Get your ass out there…”
I nodded. “Yes, Coach.”
“Run the goddamn ball!”
“Got it, Coach.”
This time when the ball came at me, I caught it and rushed down the field.
It’d been almost two weeks now, since I found out I was going to be a dad. In front of every-fucking-one. Logan found a pregnancy test and thought Shelby was pregnant, and could he announce that in private? Of course not.Prick.
Lana still wouldn’t talk to me. It wasn’t just her. The girls had banded together. Every time I’d try to talk to her, Shelby or Riley would intervene. Harper just ran away, Shelby called me a jerk, and Riley hit me. For a tiny thing, she sure packed a punch. At least she didn’t crush my nuts like she did Silas. Poor fucker couldn’t walk straight for a week.
At this point, I’d say it was a safe bet that Lana told them what I did. Especially considering the pimp comments Logan kept throwing my way. Who’d have thought giving a chick money was a bad thing? Of course I handled it in a bad way, but I did it on purpose. Had to do something to chase her away. She was staring at me all doe eyed, which I really liked, but if my mother found out…
Ava once came home with a Cuban guy. He was okay, I guess. I didn’t want to kill him. Which was huge, considering he was fucking my sister. He lasted an hour with my mother. Longer than most. Ava was heartbroken, and our mother had him deported the next day.
“Heads up, Whitley.”
I turned to see Sean barreling at me.
Aw fuck.
I sweptthe water off my face and glanced over at Logan, who was leaning against my locker. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.”
“Unless you want to suck my dick dry, I suggest you move.”
Logan tipped his head and smirked. “I think that’s more Mase’s department.”
“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?” Mase grumbled from the bench next to him.
I pushed Logan out of the way, opened my locker, and pointed at Mase. “You were the one that opened your big mouth.”
“He’s got you there,” Logan winked.
Why Mase decided to say shit, to Logan of all people, I didn’t get. We all knew the fucker couldn’t keep a secret. Though I think it was more by choice. Bastard liked to throw everyone off. Including Micha, who I had a rather awkward conversation with after that little outburst. And by conversation, I mean me explaining that I didn’t completely defile his little brother while dodging his fists.
“Seem extra grumpy today.” Logan’s hand landed on my shoulder with a resounding smack. Fucker. “Lana still not talking to you?”
Chris, our wide receiver, gave me a sideways glance. Sean made it very clear to the whole team that Harper and Lana were off limits. Unfortunately for Sean, I didn’t give a fuck what he thought. I went along with it because it kept all these other horny fuckers away from her.
