The Coaching Hours(25)
“Where’s your date?” he asks, emphasizing the last word with air quotes, a sardonic smirk spreading his lips. “I saw him scurry off like a little rat.”
“I had to run to the bathroom and he maybe ran to get us drinks, not a hundred percent sure.”
“You are not going to take a drink from him. No fucking way.”
I lean in to hear his reply. “What do you mean?”
“Hello—date rape drugs? I don’t know anything about that dude other than the fact that he’s a complete fuckwit, but I definitely wouldn’t take a drink from him.”
I slap a hand over my mouth, eyes wide. “Oh my God, you’re right! I never thought of that.”
“I’m not saying he’s going to, or that he’s the kind of guy who would. Just be careful.”
I rise on my tiptoes, planting a kiss on his warm cheek. My lips linger near his ear. “Thank you for caring enough to look out for me.”
When he laughs, I laugh, our eyes meeting under the dim blue lights of this sketchy bar.
“Are you having fun?”
“Rex Gunderson isn’t horrible, he’s just…” I purse my lips. “A smidge clueless.”
“Just a smidge?”
I raise my arm, extending my fingers. “Little bit crazy, lot bit naïve—not a stellar combo.”
“Ya think?” he deadpans.
I glance around the perimeter. “Are you here with anyone?”
“Honestly? No. I tried enlisting my old roommates to join me on this recon mission, but they’re both presently occupied.”
“With what?”
Elliot is tall, so he has to lean down, upper torso dipping, leaning into me until I feel his heat in my personal space. “My old roommate Sebastian and his girlfriend went to visit his folks, and Zeke is, well…I think he’s planning some shit for his girlfriend. I don’t know, it sounds like he’s getting ready to propose.”
My brows go up. “Propose? Marriage?”
Elliot chuckles. I can’t hear it, but I can see the humor reflected in his eyes. “Yes, marriage. I mean, you have no idea how far this guy has come—he used to be a real piece of work.”
“I’ve seen him around—he still helps my dad out. Dad said he spends crazy amounts of time with his girlfriend. Violet is her name, right?”
“Violet, yeah.”
“How old are they?”
“Twenty-two, about to turn twenty-three.”
“Wow. They must really be in love.”
“Head over heels and all that.” Elliot’s gaze shifts, homing in on someone in the distance. “Shit, there’s your dipshit of a date. I’m going to catch up to him real quick before heading out.”
My eyes narrow suspiciously. “Be nice.”
“You want me to be nice? Why?”
“I don’t think he can help himself, Elliot. I’ve deduced he lacks the common sense gene.”
“No promises to be nice, but I’ll do my best.”
I pat him on the forearm. Squeeze. “I know you will.”
“But I’ll probably be a dick.”
“Elliot!”
“What?! I won’t be able to help it. I’m bored, let me have some fun.”
“You’re the worst.”
He boops me on the nose. “Stop. Flattery will get you everywhere.”
Elliot
“The two of you seem pretty chummy—what’s the deal?”
I sidle up to Rex Gunderson, the most popular unpopular guy on campus. He just walked out of the bathroom, still fussing with the hem of his shirt. Still zipping his fly.
Sees me.
“Hey Elliot, what’s up.”
“Oh nothing, just popping in to check on my roomie cause I had nothing else going on and I’m a good friend like that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh didn’t Anabelle tell you? I’m her roommate.”
“Roommate?” He looks confused.
“Roommate. You know, we live together.”
“You live with Anabelle.” He pauses, scratches his balls. “She might have mentioned at dinner she’d been desperate for a place to live, but she didn’t say it was with you. Guess she wasn’t lying about being desperate.”
He smirks.
Dickhead.
“Everyone on campus has heard you and Johnson have an extra room available—or are you still on that mission to have the big room all to yourself?”
He’s onto my wordplay, narrowing his beady eyes. “Does her dad know she’s living with a dude?”
“Not that it’s any of your fucking business, but yes he knows. Why, what would you do if he didn’t know? Tattle on her?”
Gunderson scoffs, disbelieving. “There is no way Coach Donnelly is okay with Anabelle living with a guy—no fucking way.”
“How ‘bout you mind your own business, Gunderson?”
He ignores me. “What’s it like?”
“I just said mind your own business.”
“Has she crawled into bed with you yet? Dude, that would be so fucking awesome.”
Before he can say another word, I’m in his personal space, bumping my chest against his. “Say one more word about it and I’m going to—”
Gunderson’s hands go up. “Whoa, whoa. Dude, what the hell is up with you tonight? Between you, Osborne, and Daniels, I always thought you were the gentleman—guess I was wrong.”
“Guess so, or maybe I just don’t like you. Never have.”
He rolls his eyes, glancing over my shoulder. “And I’m real broken up about it.”
Why is this guy so fucking annoying? “Enjoy your night. It’ll be your one and only date with her.”
“As if that’s up to you.” He snorts. “Wait a second…” He rears back to look me in the eye. “Are you—you are! You’re jealous aren’t you?”
“Don’t be stupid, Gunderson. No one is jealous of you.”
“You are. You’re jealous I’m here on a date with Anabelle Donnelly.”
He’s struck a nerve and knows it, the little fucker. “No—I have a problem with the fact that you’re a lying scumbag who’s only going out with her to win a bigger bedroom.”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“Everyone fucking knows, Gunderson. It’s just a matter of time before Coach finds out.”
But he’s no longer looking me in the eye; he’s scanning the room looking for an escape from this conversation.
I get right up in his face so he hears every word I say. “If you think for one second I’m not watching you like a hawk, you’re out of your fucking mind.”
“What is your damn problem, man?” Rex throws his hands up. “I haven’t done anything to you, and no one has slept with her. Trust me, she sent Johnson to her fucking dad’s house, so he won’t go near her with a ten-foot cock.”
He laughs at his own joke, clever idiot.
“You’re too dumb to stay away from her. You just can’t stop yourself from doing stupid shit, can you? First that bullshit with your old roommate Rabideaux, now this crap with Johnson, and that’s only the shit anyone has found out about. This isn’t the first time the two of you have pulled a stunt like this, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll apologize to her, because once her dad finds out, you and that pissant Johnson are going to be fucked.”
Even under the dim lights of the bar, Gunderson is blanching, swallowing hard. Nervous.
“I haven’t done anything,” he repeats with conviction. A firm nod. “Maybe you should climb down out of my ass before I complain to the bouncer that you’re harassing me.”
“You’re so fucked.” I raise my arm, clamping my giant palm on his bony shoulder. “Consider this a friendly warning, eh?”
I straighten the collar of his polo shirt, wanting to smack my palm across his face. “Now act normal and smile, because I promised Anabelle I’d behave myself tonight.” Pull back and get a nice, long look at him. “Keep your dick and hands to yourself, pony boy.”
“I wasn’t—”
“Hands to your fuckingself.”
“Jesus Christ, St. Charles, were you always as big a douchebag as Osborne and Daniels?”
“Yes. Obviously I learned from the best.”
Elliot
Playing the white knight is exhausting.
I’m sprawled out on my bed, the house pitch black except for the glowing television in the corner of my room, when out of the corner of my eye, I see Anabelle tiptoe past.
Quiet as a church mouse, but not quiet enough.
“Psst. What are you still doing up?” I call out to her in a voice barely above a whisper. We’re both awake, but the lights are all off. The mood calls for it, bedtime having come and gone hours ago.
“I was thirsty,” she whispers. “Going to the kitchen for a drink. I was trying not to disturb you in case you were asleep. I didn’t realize you were awake.”
“Yeah, can’t sleep.”
“It would help if the TV wasn’t on.” Her eyes land on the flat screen then flicker back to me, narrowing. “Wait a second—are you watching our show without me? You said you were going to wait!”
Oh shit.
I cringe, busted.
“I’m sorry! It’s been driving me crazy and you’ve been at your dad’s the past few nights so I thought I’d get caught up.”