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coach talks to their team like this? Aren't you supposed to be supportive and encouraging?" Brandon asked angrily.
"Not when I've got you lot for a team," retorted Shelley.
Brandon made his contempt obvious when he exchanged glances with Alex and James. They nodded at him and he turned his attention back to Shelley.
"Maybe we'd be better if you didn't PMS all the time," he said defiantly.
"Maybe if all of you didn't suffer from IMS I'd be nicer," Shelley said sweetly.
Brandon blinked at her, confused. "What the hell does IMS stand for?"
The corners of her lips twitched. "Irritable Male Syndrome."
Johnny let out a big, hearty laugh. "True statement," he said, nodding.
"Shut up, fag," snapped Brandon.
"Brandon do I have to sit you in a corner for time out?" Shelley said angrily.
"Oh god, take a Midol!" said Brandon crossly.
"Yeah well get the fuck out of my face. Two laps, Miller."
His hands had formed into fists. "I hate you."
"No you don't, you just think you do," she smirked, "Deep down you love me."
Brandon's face flushed. "Bull shit."
"Hey, cut it out children!" Kyle had finally decided to stop the madness before it began. Good timing too, because Brandon was centimeters away from Shelley, who looked like she wanted to punch him. So close .
"You still owe me two laps, Brandon."
"Whatever."
Her eyes lingered on his retreating figure. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.
Looks like someone's got the hots for Brandon Miller, eh?
In his dreams!!
Shelley clapped her hands together and tried to give the team her warmest smile. "Okay, let's get started with practice, shall we? I don't care how tired you are; that's your fault, not mine," she added when some of the boys started complaining.
After the first two hours of grueling practice, Shelley was beginning to regret making the boys stay for four hours every day. She couldn't stand half of them for more than three seconds; but most of them deserved it. Where was Mr. Wise when you needed him to take over? Now she could see why he wanted to retire. Twenty years of coaching boys like Brandon and co.? It was stressful just trying to be their coach. Keeping them under control was another story. Shelley wasn't about to give up, though. She was a girl on a mission, and she'd rather go out on a date with Brandon then fail this 'mission'.
"How are things going today, Shelley?" asked Mr. Wise as he surveyed the team practicing offense.
Saved!!
"Well Coach Wess couldn't be here today for offense, so they're driving me insane," she grinned.
"I'm sorry I haven't been around lately. My wife hasn't been too well recently," he said apologetically.
"Don't be sorry! It's not a problem at all. But I can see why you want to retire. Those boys are a handful."
"What have they done this time? Partying on a Sunday night?" Mr. Wise suggested.
"Something like that."
"Have patience, Shelley," he admonished, "I learned that the hard way."
Shelley sighed. "Some days I just want to quit. But I don't want to let you or the team down, no matter what."
"That's the spirit! You know, if you'd like, I'll take them the last two hours this week," said Mr. Wise, his eyes twinkling.
"Would you really?"
Mr. Wise nodded. "If you could handle them for four hours a day, I'd say you weren't human."
"Oh thank you so, so much! You have no idea how relieved I am," she said gratefully, "Are you sure you want me to leave?"
"Yes. You deserve it!"
Mr. Wise seemed almost eager for her to leave. Impossible , she thought, Who the heck would be excited about being with those idiots? Only Mr. Wise.
Shelley decided to drop by the city Community Center where she sometimes volunteered. She liked to work with the kids who were there for the day while their parents worked. They were so refreshing compared to the petulant teenagers she was around all morning.
She waved hello to several of the workers and made her way to the playground where the kids were. Several little girls squealed and ran over to hug
"Not when I've got you lot for a team," retorted Shelley.
Brandon made his contempt obvious when he exchanged glances with Alex and James. They nodded at him and he turned his attention back to Shelley.
"Maybe we'd be better if you didn't PMS all the time," he said defiantly.
"Maybe if all of you didn't suffer from IMS I'd be nicer," Shelley said sweetly.
Brandon blinked at her, confused. "What the hell does IMS stand for?"
The corners of her lips twitched. "Irritable Male Syndrome."
Johnny let out a big, hearty laugh. "True statement," he said, nodding.
"Shut up, fag," snapped Brandon.
"Brandon do I have to sit you in a corner for time out?" Shelley said angrily.
"Oh god, take a Midol!" said Brandon crossly.
"Yeah well get the fuck out of my face. Two laps, Miller."
His hands had formed into fists. "I hate you."
"No you don't, you just think you do," she smirked, "Deep down you love me."
Brandon's face flushed. "Bull shit."
"Hey, cut it out children!" Kyle had finally decided to stop the madness before it began. Good timing too, because Brandon was centimeters away from Shelley, who looked like she wanted to punch him. So close .
"You still owe me two laps, Brandon."
"Whatever."
Her eyes lingered on his retreating figure. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.
Looks like someone's got the hots for Brandon Miller, eh?
In his dreams!!
Shelley clapped her hands together and tried to give the team her warmest smile. "Okay, let's get started with practice, shall we? I don't care how tired you are; that's your fault, not mine," she added when some of the boys started complaining.
After the first two hours of grueling practice, Shelley was beginning to regret making the boys stay for four hours every day. She couldn't stand half of them for more than three seconds; but most of them deserved it. Where was Mr. Wise when you needed him to take over? Now she could see why he wanted to retire. Twenty years of coaching boys like Brandon and co.? It was stressful just trying to be their coach. Keeping them under control was another story. Shelley wasn't about to give up, though. She was a girl on a mission, and she'd rather go out on a date with Brandon then fail this 'mission'.
"How are things going today, Shelley?" asked Mr. Wise as he surveyed the team practicing offense.
Saved!!
"Well Coach Wess couldn't be here today for offense, so they're driving me insane," she grinned.
"I'm sorry I haven't been around lately. My wife hasn't been too well recently," he said apologetically.
"Don't be sorry! It's not a problem at all. But I can see why you want to retire. Those boys are a handful."
"What have they done this time? Partying on a Sunday night?" Mr. Wise suggested.
"Something like that."
"Have patience, Shelley," he admonished, "I learned that the hard way."
Shelley sighed. "Some days I just want to quit. But I don't want to let you or the team down, no matter what."
"That's the spirit! You know, if you'd like, I'll take them the last two hours this week," said Mr. Wise, his eyes twinkling.
"Would you really?"
Mr. Wise nodded. "If you could handle them for four hours a day, I'd say you weren't human."
"Oh thank you so, so much! You have no idea how relieved I am," she said gratefully, "Are you sure you want me to leave?"
"Yes. You deserve it!"
Mr. Wise seemed almost eager for her to leave. Impossible , she thought, Who the heck would be excited about being with those idiots? Only Mr. Wise.
Shelley decided to drop by the city Community Center where she sometimes volunteered. She liked to work with the kids who were there for the day while their parents worked. They were so refreshing compared to the petulant teenagers she was around all morning.
She waved hello to several of the workers and made her way to the playground where the kids were. Several little girls squealed and ran over to hug
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