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“Fine…” she says, clearing her little throat. “I guess we’re cool then.”
“Totally cool.”I step around her and grip the door handle. “Excuse me.”
She slides over a little but not far enough for me to open the door to leave. I jerk it open, smacking her ass with it and forcing her forward before stepping back out into the gym.
“Hey, Junior!”
I freeze in my tracks and turn to see Eliza’s dad heading towards me. “Hey, Coach,” I greet.
“Hitting the gym early — I like that,” he notes.
“Yeah, I—”
“Grab a towel and dry off,” he interrupts. “Meet me in my office. I have to talk to you about something.”
Oh, shit.
“Sure, no problem,” I say. “I’ll be right there.”
He nods and passes me by, heading down the hall towards the offices.
My first instinct is to go back into the ladies’ room and tell Eliza but there’s no way I can do that now. Maybe someone saw us last night and reported it to the coach. I thought the arcade would be far enough outside of town that prying eyes wouldn’t be a problem. Was I wrong? Or someone noticed us in the quad before we even left after I had the brilliant idea of shouting out her name.
Fuck.
A chill eases down my spine as I wipe the sweat off and make my way out into the hallway. Is this it? Am I done? Coach only had three rules and I broke the most important one.
Stay away from my daughter.
It was the easiest one and I couldn’t even do that because my dick often runs the entire Junior Morgan show.
Her taste touches my tongue again and I feel even worse than before.
“Come on in, Junior,” he tells me from the doorway. “Close the door behind you.”
I obey and push the door closed. “What’s up, Coach?” I ask. He points to the seat across from him and I fall into it.
“Junior, we need to talk about your future here.”
“My future?”
“I don’t need to ask you where you see yourself in five or ten years because I already know the answer to that,” he says. “You want to go pro, right?”
“Absolutely,” I say without hesitation.
“Then you need to start planning now,” he continues. “You don’t want something completely avoidable to get in the way of that. I took the liberty of speaking to your academic adviser and she had a few concerns about your grades.”
“Yeah…” I wince but breathe a little easier. I don’t think Eliza moaning in my van is about to come up in this conversation. “Studying hasn’t always been my strongest area.”
“Mine neither — but if they get any worse, you’ll get put on academic probation and you don’t want that during your senior year. That’s when you really need to focus on the game. Senior year means scouts and drafts and honestly, of every player on this team, you have the best shot of any of them.”
Whoa.
Cary Pierce thinks I can go pro. He said it to my face.
“That’s… thank you.”
He smiles. “You and I came from the same world — dirt poor, no opportunity — but that doesn’t define who you are. I saw how wide your eyes got the other night at my house. I’m guessing you’ve never been in a place that big before, right?”
