Page 3 of First Time Coach

Once she finally lets go, Pete looks up at me and grins.

“Dirk, I’d like you to meet my daughter, Daisy,” he says proudly. “Daisy, meet Dirk.”

“Hi,” I reply, my throat suddenly dry.

“We already met inside,” she says with a gleam in her eyes that makes me want to die.

Yeah. I’m fucked.

2

Daisy

I can’t stop yawning all through Math and English class. Mrs. Owens threatened to send me to the principal’s office if I did it one more time, and I tried to explain to her that I just got home last night and couldn’t sleep because of how excited I was to be back.

But that was a lie. I couldn’t sleep last night because I was thinking about him…Dirk…the man who’d set my life on fire.

“Look at her,” Brenda smirks from across the lunch table. “She’s so gonna give him her v-card.”

“Uh uh,” Aubrey replies, shaking her head. “Daisy’s a good girl.”

I know why the rest of the girls at school think Trent’s hot, but I guess I’m just a weirdo. I’m just not that interested in all the high school crap. As long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to meet a guy who cared about me, settle down, get pregnant, and start a family. Aubrey knows this, but I haven’t told Brenda because I know what her reaction would be.

“You don’t have to be a bad girl to fuck the captain of the soccer team,” Brenda replies. “And that’s what she’s going to do tonight after the game. Isn’t that right, Daisy?”

Brenda’s smiling. I know what she wants me to say; she wants me to say that she’s right and that I’m totally going to have sex with Trent, the captain of the soccer team, because I texted him over the summer and told him I’d come to the first game of the season. It’s not really the first game, just a friendly season-opener against Wilshire Academy to get the “school spirit” flowing.

“Uhm…”

“Don’t pressure her, Brenda!” Aubrey chides, stepping in on my behalf as she always does. “Daisy wants her Prince Charming! Not some man-whore like Trent.”

It’s true; Trent has been around, and not just our school either. He’s got the whole hottie-athlete thing going on, but I’m not into it. Especially after what happened last night…

The image of Dirk standing there naked in my bathroom was imprinted on my mind. Every time I closed my eyes in bed, it came flooding back to me…his broad, strong shoulders, the dark tufts of hair on his thick chest, that amazing accent…

…and of course, the monster between his legs.

And now, when I look at the teenage boys shuffling around my school, I know that I’ll never be able to go back to one of them, especially not Trent. He has those boyish good looks that drive the Freshman girls crazy, kind of like a young Leonardo DiCaprio but with an attitude. But Dirk…Dirk is all man.

You could cut glass on his sharp jaw and cook an egg on his hot, chiseled abs. When he was close to me, I felt so small. He must be at least six-feet-tall and could pick me up and throw me around like it was nothing. I’ve been so unable to get him out of my mind, that I’ve spent all day with my eyes peeled for him. But so far, I haven’t seen him.

“Prince Charmings don’t exist,” Brenda scoffs. She’s wearing too much lipstick again today and has a shirt with a top that just barely passes dress code. Brenda is far more adventurous with guys than I am, and has infinitely more experience. “But guys that look like princes do…”

She nods over my shoulder and I turn to see Trent sitting with his team at the big table at the end of the room. He’s looking at me. I quickly turn away, my cheeks hot. I’m blushing, but it’s not a good blush.

“I dunno,” I reply slowly. “Do you really think he’s interested? I mean—I’m not a cheerleader. I play softball.”

I don’t want to tell her that I’m not interested. That would just lead to a conversation I don’t want to have.

“Uh yeah, guys,

I’m really into my dad’s friend who’s also the soccer coach. Yeah, I saw his dick last night, too!”

That would just stir up more shit than I’m willing to deal with right now. I’m having a hard enough time just keeping it together, and two periods later after Chemistry and Art, I feel like I’ve had too much caffeine or something. I’m all antsy. I know the game is in an hour and I’ve committed myself to going. I haven’t seen Dirk all day and to be honest, I’m feeling a little hurt by it. After what happened yesterday, I would have thought he would have come to see me by now.

But then again, that’s super narcissistic. The guy has a job, doesn’t he? He can’t just go prowling the halls during the middle of the day looking for me. Besides, even if he did, it’s not like we could do anything—not here.

I stuff my books into my locker and am checking my hair in the mirror when I see him. He’s behind me at the end of the hall, but he’s not alone; Miss Henderson is talking to him.

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