Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

Oh man, it was so awesome! It was like, I was right there, power-driving up the center of the field. I could feel my girls right on the wing. You know the feeling, right? You got your posse on either side and you're just tearing shit up on the field,' she paused to take a swig out of the bottle in her hand. Then she started moving, very nearly air-dribbling. We had the defenders all fucked. I'm telling you, it was the stuff of fucking legend. I passed it back using that trick you taught me. You know,' she raised her foot, rolling it back smoothly, where you kinda psych out and roll perfectly back? Mad control. Anyway, she had the ball while I just tore past these two idiots that were all like 'damn, why doesn't twenty six have the ball any more?' They were going for the shins, wanted to check them both, but I already had that one card. Another pause for more liquor. So I ducked that left and I could feel it. The ball coming up, hit me just right. A feint, she hopped left, then swing with the right and... she thrust her arms up, her t-shirt rising to show a flash of toned ab. Bam! Game-winning shot! Who's the best? I'm the best. You'd better fucking believe it, she took a deeper swig, before collapsing into a couch behind her. The teenage player lazily threw her legs up, still clad in her cleats which she almost never remembered to take off without being told her mother had complained that the things were starting to get fused. Should have cinched it, she insisted. I already had the scholarship. You know, the one to Cali. Plus I managed to pass that stupid test, the girl's nose wrinkled at that. Ugh, it was all fucking perfect! Charlie Denvers leaned back onto the couch. Bits of sweat and dirt still clung to her face, streaking her. Her muscular legs had a light coating of grime on the tanned flesh. And there was a lot of flesh her green soccer shorts barely extended into her thighs. The matching green shirt, also marred, showed off a bit of flat stomach. It was quite clear that she'd come straight from the game to here, or, more likely, straight from the celebration after the game to here. Fucking bitch, she spat again, taking another angry drink. Charlie leaned forward. So that bitch, you know the one. Fucking barbie with her dickless Ken. She was all up in my space after the game. We were just celebrating. Last game of the year, you know? So we were talking booze and the cheerleading bitch is all up in my face, talking about the fucking ball that I almost hit her with. Would've fucked up the bitch's only redeeming feature. Like those lips haven't already blown every fucking guy on the damn boys' team, Charlie took another drink, then frowned, staring at the bottle. So what if I finally knocked the bitch's teeth out? She only lost a couple. Fucking school policy giving me a damn suspension, Charlie flung the bottle, possibly hard enough to break it. And god, did you hear dad? Charlie fumed, now rising up off the couch to start pacing again. She looked about to start up yet another rant. And why wouldn't she? Charlie was always emotional right after a game, always thriving on adrenaline. You didn't become one of the best players in the country by not getting worked up. Plus she'd always been worked up about Jessica Reed, the Barbie who'd she'd been feuding with for ages. Put them together, plus her previous infractions two temporary suspensions for fighting, three detentions for being mouthy, and that one for flashing the cheerleading squad, and she'd all but been asking for it. So off to the one person who'd listen. Well, not just listen, but listen and give some booze and advice...