Page 6 of De Vil

The students that are here are mainly trying to figure out their way around the campus before classes start.

“Tia, you can’t skip any classes. No matter how smart you are. The school didn’t offer an exam to test out of Texas History.”

I hear a sigh as I round the corner. Tia is standing next to a girl that is short and has a nice ass on her.

“Jazz, you have the other teacher. I’ve got my coach. She’s a tyrant.”

My mood goes from bad to extremely dark.

“Don’t be like that. At our old school our coach was ninety. It’s a different playing field here, and I'm sure she’s only a hard ass on you so you’re at your peak performance.”

“Whatever. Let's hurry. Practice starts at seven, and I seriously need some food.”

My hackles rise as I think about Tia not eating. “And where do you plan to get food from?” I question as I walk around the corner and come into view.

“Eavesdrop much?” Tia smarts off, but Jazz blushes.

“We are going to McDonalds, ma’am,” Jazz offers.

“That’s not very healthy,” I chastise.

I watch as Jazz deflates, and I feel like a damn bitch. The girl is on the heavier side, but beautiful. Her blush deepens but I look at Tia. She’s giving me a death glare.

“We can eat whatever the hell we want.”

I shrug. “You need more protein for practice. Lower carbs and nutrition rich food to keep up with the exercise. But do whatever you’d like, Ms. Falcon.”

Walking away, I turn back to look at them both staring at me. “I’ll see you at practice. Don’t be late.” I have to get away before I’m too tempted to drive her home and feed her myself.

Jazz pulls Tia into her and they move away from the building. The jealousy of their friendship hits me as I open the door. Tia’s voice makes me pause.

“Do you see what a bitch she is?”

I know Tia didn’t mean for me to hear her, but I did. She’s going to wish I hadn’t.

“Tia! Don’t say things like that. She’s a professor and your coach. Be respectful.”

Her friend is smart, and I like her, but I don’t like how close they are. Taking a deep breath, I storm down the hallway to my classroom. I have shit to deal with, and I need to stop thinking about my student.

When it’s five minutes to seven, I get up, stretch, and walk toward the gym. I’m hoping that Tia is late so I can punish her.

I’m not that lucky. Tia is running the court with everyone else. They start with ten laps around and then ten snakes. Afterwards the team will run drills.

“Falcon!”

Tia turns toward my voice, and I see her sigh. She doesn’t want anything to do with me, but that’s too damn bad.

“Yeah, Coach?” Tia stops in front of me, and I take in her appearance.

“After practice, you are to stay behind.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to talk to you about your diet and attitude.”

“Yeah, no. I’ve got stuff to do.” She rolls her eyes and huffs.

“Yes, you do. To be here and talk to me.” My patience is wearing thin.

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