Chapter 10
The pictures float from her hands, and I smirk. Am I an asshole? Yes, fuck yes I am. Should I have let Julie forget about the night together? Yup. But I won’t. I heard her phone conversation with my sister. If she had kept to text messaging, I wouldn’t have known a damn thing. Too bad, I’m a full-fledged stalker, and my football career is on the goddamn line for it. I’ve gotten worse since my dick got wet with her pussy.
“Johannsen, get your ass over here.”
My coach looks at me, and I fight the urge to tell him to fuck off. Walking with a saunter I shouldn’t have since I’m about to get into trouble, I make my way to him.
“Yeah?”
He raises an eyebrow at me and I sign. “Yeah? Son, you are about five seconds from being kicked off this team. Watch your tone.”
“Sorry, Coach. Got a lot on my mind.” It’s the truth. I’m a fucking stalker, user, and now I’ve slumped so damn low in sending pictures to my girl of our private moment.
I don’t even know what the coach is saying until he yells. “Son of a bitch!”
Coach yanks my helmet off my head and throws it to the ground. “You could have run that mother fucking play in your sleep, Johannsen. Where the hell is your head at?”
On Julie Bright. My mind hasn’t settled since I left her two weeks ago. She was asleep and covered in my cum. The urge to call her overwhelms me at least twenty times a day. I reel it in, though. My Sugar Plum has no idea that I’m the man who fucked her. Who has left her.
“You either get your ass back out of the clouds, or you sit down and let the second-string freshman take your place.” Coach spits his chewing tobacco at my cleat, and I seethe.
It’s mainly because I’m fucking everything up, and admitting defeat is not a goddamn option. I want to be a football player. It’s my dream to play until retirement. But Julie won’t stop making her way back into my thoughts.
Sighing, I ignore the nagging feeling I should check on her on my phone and pick up my helmet off the field. “You got it, Coach. I’ll rerun the play.” I heave a hefty sigh, trying to push the damn obsession away as my phone chimes.
“Don’t you answer that phone, Johannsen? I swear to God I’ll bench you. Don’t make me do it, son.”
My heart is torn between making sure the woman I am in love with is safe and keeping my career. Ultimately, like always, I selfishly ignore the phone and run onto the field.
Two hours later, sweat is dripping down my balls and I’m chugging Gatorade. “Johannsen, office.”
I ignore the coach and the sniggering of the other players. You’d think since most of them are older, they’d not be so childlike. Well, you’re wrong. They are almost worse than high schoolers.
“Now, Johannsen.”
Throwing the bottle away, I look at him and nod. No point in arguing. Even if I want to rush to the locker room, shower, and get home so I can turn the computer monitors on to see Julie.
Taking a towel and wiping it along my face, I sit down in the chair directly in front of my coach. Anticipation tingles along my spine. It’s abnormal for me to get called in here on bad terms and with the scowl that’s on his face, it’s really bad.
“You were my number one pick two years ago, Aaron.” He sighs and pulls his hat off his head. He sits it down on the desk and steeples his fingers together. “I haven’t been disappointed. The way you play is how I wish everyone would play. But, your head isn’t in the game.”
I can’t rebut. My head is somewhere else, and it’s wrong. I feel like I’m letting the team down, but most importantly, my dream is going down the toilet. My dream is to play in the NFL and make a career of it.
“Whatever it is that’s distracting you, you have to let it go. Get over it. Leave it. I don’t care what you do, as long as it is legal. Hell, do I need to go buy some pussy for you?”
His eyes implore me to tell him what has me so distracted and I shift in my seat. “It’s a girl, Coach. I…I’m crazy about her.”
At the mention of having someone, his eyes soften for a millisecond, and then he laughs. “Son, no pussy is worth losing your head over. Fuck her, do whatever, but when you get on the green, your focus is here. With us, your team. We are counting on you.”
The bile in my throat at thinking that Julie is some pussy and nothing more has me wanting to throw up. I don’t, I swallow that anger and shit down. Nodding, I smile at the coach.
“You got it,” I say as I rotate my neck to pop it. I’ve never wanted to kill someone before, but the man I’ve idolized for half my life sitting here, disrespecting my Sugar Plum, has me up in arms.
“Good. Now, you are benched.”
That gets my attention. “What!” I stand up from the chair, my breathing frantic as I stare down at him.
“While you did manage to make it through the last half of practice strong, you are still a handicap to me with how distracted you are. Take this one game, get your priorities straight, and come back. Show me the fucking star you are.”
I’m trembling at his words. The rage is about to win, but I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket.
“One game,” I grit out.
He arches an eyebrow at me, but he nods. “One. Don’t make it more.”
Coach waves his hand toward the door, letting me know I’ve been dismissed. Most players would make a scene for being benched or rally the other guys to get him back in play. Not me. Not when I know he is right.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I turn on the camera application that controls every device I’ve set up to monitor Julie. My vision turns blurry as I watch her professor take her into his office.
Quickly, I put in my earbuds to listen to the conversation. “Julie, I’m glad you decided to come. Please sit down.”
Moving the camera angle with a tap on the screen, I look at Julie. She’s scared. There’s a slight tremor in her hands, and she has her head down. Fuck. I knew this guy was trouble.
“You know, I’m happy you decided to take what I said last night seriously.” He has that “cat ate the milk” look on his face, and I clench my teeth.
“There…” Her voice trembles and my heart aches. “There wasn’t much of a choice.”
Mr. Lawerence moves around the desk and stands directly in front of where my girl is seated. When his hand comes out and touches her cheek, my vision isn’t red anymore. No. It’s hazy with the need to kill. Son of a mother fucking bitch.
The only thing keeping me sane at the moment is that Julie pulls away. He grabs her neck and she yelps. “You do not move away from me. Do you understand me?”
He spits at her and she nods. “I’m sorry.” Tears fall down her cheeks, and I know exactly what I’m going to do.
“You wanted to be a little whore the night of the ball, so I’m going to let you be a slut. On my dick, of course. Starting tonight.”
Mr. Lawerence picks up a sheet of paper and hands it to Julie. “Be at this location at seven. If you are late, there will be consequences.”
“Please. I…I don’t want to do this. Can’t…”
When he squeezes her neck and pulls her out of the chair, I clench my phone so tight the screen starts to crack. “Don’t worry, Julie. I’ll take very good care of you. And in return, you will please me.”
The bastard will pay for uttering those words. Oh, will he ever. But most of all, he’ll understand that it’s inappropriate to touch what isn’t his.