Chapter 14: Warning bells - Cole

"Coach wants to see you and Green in his office." An assistant coach slaps me lightly on the arm as I get off the treadmill, sweat running down my face.

Luke looks green in the face when we walk to Coach's office, probably thinking this is about Amy.

Poor guy has a hard on for the Coach's daughter, and she's been flaunting herself at him every chance she gets.

I know how it feels to want someone I can't have, what it feels like to burn from the inside with a longing so big, my body feels like I can't contain it.

I knock on Coach's door, Luke looking like he's about to get a death sentence behind me. He needs to chill out, or Coach is going to see right through him. And I need him, he's been protecting me since elementary school, there is no one I trust more on the field than him.

"Come in!" Coach bellows , and I open the door.

Coach is a great guy, he used to coach high school teams and led them to state championships. I love his unconventional plays and how he trusts me to make decisions. I can practically hear Luke gulp when we take a seat in front of him. There are numerous pictures of Amy on his desk, all of her looking innocent and demure. I don't hink he knows just what kind of hellcat he raised.

I'm grateful for her, though, because she has embraced Monet who never really made friends in school back home. I know that it's partly my fault. People wanted to be her friend not because she is a great person, but because they wanted to get close to me.

Their loss.

Monet is the best person I know, and everyone who never took the time to get to know her was missing out.

"You wanted to see us Coach?" I say, wiping the seat from my forehead that is still dripping.

"I wanted to thank the two of you for Saturday night, for taking care of my girl." He says seriously. "I know how this campus gets, and I don't want her caught up in any of the nonsense that I usually hear students do."

Luke visibly stiffens next to me. He's really going to have to work on his acting skills, otherwise Amy is going to eat him alive and spit him out so that Coach can tear him further apart.

"She's my sister's friend, Coach. I don't mind looking out for the both of them." I say earnestly. "My sister never had much friends aside from Luke and me, so I'm happy the two of them clicked so well."

Coach's eyes soften a little bit. "Well, I just wanted to say thank you. I don't want to spoil her college experience, but would you please keep on looking out for her? You know, just make sure she's safe at all times. I know you don't indulge in alcohol during the season, Brown, so just make sure she doesn't drink and drive, that sort of thing."

"Of course, Coach." I nod.

"She's a little bit of a handful, though." Luke finally says something, pink spots high on his cheekbones.

Coach smirks. "That's my girl. You guys can head back, see you on the field."

Luke looks like he wants to run out of the office, and I grab his arm once we're outside. "You're going to have to be less conspicuous in the future, dude. You were practically sweating bullets in there."

"Fuck!" He swears under his breath. "That girl is going to get me kicked off the team, man. She's all I can think about, now her father is telling me to look out for her. How can I do that when all I can think of is her legs wrapped around my neck while I'm poundng into her?"

"That is too much information." I slap him on the back. "You fuck other girls, that's how. It's not like there's a lack of them."

I've been doing that since high school, fucking my way through the student body, all to get my mind off one damn girl. Sometimes I even pretend it's her, but that even leaves me more hungry for her afterward.

"That's the problem!" He whispers, looking frantically around us to check if no one is listening in. "My dick doesn't want other chicks! It literally deflated Saturday night, especially with her just in the other room!"

"Just go pick up weights or something." I suggest lamely.

The truth is, I can't help him much, not when I'm starting to be in the same dilemma.

I thought I saw her Saturday night, watching me. I know it's just a figment of my imagination, like I conjured her up somehow, but I swear I could've felt her presence.

She's always around me, even when we're miles apart, I carry her inside me.

When I started having these inexplicaple feelings for her, I thought it was toxic, tearing me apart. Then my game became better, my body stronger by just thinking about her.

So she became my lucky charm, and I no longer thought of her of something bad and forbidden.

In the secret of the night, I look at the pictures I have taken of her when she wasn't looking. First, I felt like a stalker and a freak, but after I masturbated on a picture of her one summer at the beach, and I came so hard, we won the state championship the next season.

Now it's become my ritual, I take pictures of her whenever I can, in candid moments she doesn't know about. In mornings before a game, I jerk off to her images and I win. I always win.

I know I'm sick in the head, because how could I?

How could I feel this illicit desire for her?

Yet I don't stop. I installed a camera in her bedroom, giving me an unfiltered view of my yearning. I have thousands of videos of her naked, getting dressed.

If I ever get caught, I could lose everything. If she were to press charges, I'd lose my scholarship and my prime position on this team, and my one-way ticket to the NFL.

The problem is, I don't know how to stop. And I don't want to either.