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understand why he didn’t just coach the hockey team and leave the athletic director position to someone else. It seemed like nothing but a headache.
"Not with the hockey guys, I hope." Concern raced down the center of my chest. I was supposed to be in charge of the Friars, and any bullshit they pulled first came to me as a means of dealing with what we could as a team first.
"Not yet, but I'm sure it's coming soon." He reached out and moved a few papers around on his desk. "One of our best baseball players just popped positive for steroids, so he's off the team, and, of course, McMillian wants me to give up Jayce fully to him. I'm not doing that. I can't."
"Jayce needs to make that decision himself." I stood and pressed my hands to my hips. "We aren't file cabinets that you guys can just shuffle the fuck around when you want to. You need to talk with him and see what he wants to do. It's his opportunity to choose."
"No. It's really not, Lucas. Because of the scholarship money the school puts into you guys, and the grant funds we use for the athletics program, it's my department’s choice as to what opportunities you guys get and those that you don't." He shrugged and ran his hand through his hair. "It's the way things are done. Do me a favor though."
"Yeah, sure." I deflated, thanks to the shitiness of the conversation. I hated the fact that most days of the week I was a puppet dancing at the end of my parents’ wishes and desires, but to hear that Jayce was headed there soon thanks to the bullshit rules of the University made my stomach hurt.
"Talk to Moore and see what he loves about each program. Find out what he wants without directly asking him and report back to me. I know you guys are close. I'll see what I can do." He gave me a tight smile and nodded toward the door. "Now, get out there and pull together that team of misfits to make sure we win another title. You're tied with both your brother and your father at this point. Let's tip the odds in your favor?"
I glanced up to the wall behind him to see my last name splashed on too many trophies. He had no idea that I harbored extreme resentment toward both of them in different ways.
"Of course, Coach. We got this." I turned on my heel and walked down the long hall toward the locker room. The sound of laughter and roughing each other up reached me before I opened the door. I could almost remember being carefree like that when I was younger.
Almost.
Chapter 11
Two Days Later
Aubrey
"I can't do this again." Sara, one of the girls on the dance team, mumbled behind me as we lined up for another round of pirouette piquée. "My toes are going to break."
I turned and glanced down at her shoes. "When is the last time you replaced your pointe shoes? They almost look too small."
"I wasn't talking to you." Her voice was filled with disgust.
I glanced up, not quite sure what I'd done to offend her. It had been a few months since I'd tried to have a conversation with anyone in the room. They all seemed to run in the same crowd of elitist assholes on campus, and I wasn't welcomed in, which was fine. I had the hockey team and a few close friends. I didn't need them.
"Yeah. Turn around and go back to daydreaming about the next cock you're going to choke on. Disgusting." Megan, a blond senior behind Sara gave me a scathing look.
"Excuse me?" I stepped out of line and turned to face her. "What did you just say?"
"Nothing. Get in line before you call attention to yourself," Sara grumbled under her breath as she visibly paled.
"She does that well." Megan gave me a knowing smiled that left my fist clenched and eyes narrowed.
"You don't know a fucking thing about me. How dare you-"
"You're the head Ice Queen." Megan leaned up and showed the full row of her white pearly teeth in a shit-eating grin. "You've been seen with Lucas White a few too many times, and we all know that he doesn't date. We've tried. With that being the case-"
"Ladies?" McCraven's
"Not with the hockey guys, I hope." Concern raced down the center of my chest. I was supposed to be in charge of the Friars, and any bullshit they pulled first came to me as a means of dealing with what we could as a team first.
"Not yet, but I'm sure it's coming soon." He reached out and moved a few papers around on his desk. "One of our best baseball players just popped positive for steroids, so he's off the team, and, of course, McMillian wants me to give up Jayce fully to him. I'm not doing that. I can't."
"Jayce needs to make that decision himself." I stood and pressed my hands to my hips. "We aren't file cabinets that you guys can just shuffle the fuck around when you want to. You need to talk with him and see what he wants to do. It's his opportunity to choose."
"No. It's really not, Lucas. Because of the scholarship money the school puts into you guys, and the grant funds we use for the athletics program, it's my department’s choice as to what opportunities you guys get and those that you don't." He shrugged and ran his hand through his hair. "It's the way things are done. Do me a favor though."
"Yeah, sure." I deflated, thanks to the shitiness of the conversation. I hated the fact that most days of the week I was a puppet dancing at the end of my parents’ wishes and desires, but to hear that Jayce was headed there soon thanks to the bullshit rules of the University made my stomach hurt.
"Talk to Moore and see what he loves about each program. Find out what he wants without directly asking him and report back to me. I know you guys are close. I'll see what I can do." He gave me a tight smile and nodded toward the door. "Now, get out there and pull together that team of misfits to make sure we win another title. You're tied with both your brother and your father at this point. Let's tip the odds in your favor?"
I glanced up to the wall behind him to see my last name splashed on too many trophies. He had no idea that I harbored extreme resentment toward both of them in different ways.
"Of course, Coach. We got this." I turned on my heel and walked down the long hall toward the locker room. The sound of laughter and roughing each other up reached me before I opened the door. I could almost remember being carefree like that when I was younger.
Almost.
Chapter 11
Two Days Later
Aubrey
"I can't do this again." Sara, one of the girls on the dance team, mumbled behind me as we lined up for another round of pirouette piquée. "My toes are going to break."
I turned and glanced down at her shoes. "When is the last time you replaced your pointe shoes? They almost look too small."
"I wasn't talking to you." Her voice was filled with disgust.
I glanced up, not quite sure what I'd done to offend her. It had been a few months since I'd tried to have a conversation with anyone in the room. They all seemed to run in the same crowd of elitist assholes on campus, and I wasn't welcomed in, which was fine. I had the hockey team and a few close friends. I didn't need them.
"Yeah. Turn around and go back to daydreaming about the next cock you're going to choke on. Disgusting." Megan, a blond senior behind Sara gave me a scathing look.
"Excuse me?" I stepped out of line and turned to face her. "What did you just say?"
"Nothing. Get in line before you call attention to yourself," Sara grumbled under her breath as she visibly paled.
"She does that well." Megan gave me a knowing smiled that left my fist clenched and eyes narrowed.
"You don't know a fucking thing about me. How dare you-"
"You're the head Ice Queen." Megan leaned up and showed the full row of her white pearly teeth in a shit-eating grin. "You've been seen with Lucas White a few too many times, and we all know that he doesn't date. We've tried. With that being the case-"
"Ladies?" McCraven's
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