“This is good news. Nick is trying to defame you more than he actually wants to file for compensation. By coming to a neighboring district instead of where it happened, he’s showing his hand.”
“Ok yeah. Makes sense. I already spoke with Tony, and he expected this too.”
“We’ll put a statement out. Tony’s should mirror ours.”
Tom turns. “I’ll meet you down there. Sissy, you riding with Gage, I’m assuming?”
Our eyes meet. “Yes, I’m going with him.”
I ask for her to give me a minute so that I can warn my coaches that I need to cut out early. I jog back over to the team, where I am met with their concerned looks. I put my hands up.
“Just a little misunderstanding, fellas.” I try to assuage them.
“We saw the video coach. You clocked that guy!”
I shake my head, knowing this is exactly why I’m probably never leaving high school coaching.
“Guys, it was wrong for me to hit him.”
“It looked like he was saying some shi—stuff to you.”
“Yeah, he was talking a big game that he couldn’t back up. I still shouldn’t have hit him though.”
“Was he talking about your girl? That’s the only reason I’d lash out. No one talks about Layla.”
I eye Jameson. This kid gets me. More than he knows.
“Yeah actually. And even though I was defending her, it still wasn’t right to put my hands on him,” I sigh. “Now I have to go handle it. You guys finish up with coach and take tomorrow off.”
They all grunt out good lucks and ‘see yas’ and I walk back to meet Chess and Tom.
Her eyes meet mine and I’m the first to speak. “I know I screwed up Chess. I’m sorry I’ve set us back from all your hard work to make me look good.”
She pauses, with a look that says she wants to say something other than scolding me. “Well yeah, it set us back, but I think we can spin this. People saw him approach you first, right?”
“Yeah, I was at the bar. There were a few people standing around. Not sure they heard the beginning…” I trail off, “but they damn sure heard the end.”
She’s nodding as we climb into my truck. I turn the engine over and pull out, with Tom right behind us. “Okay, I think if we get a statement out right away, that will help. I mean, the video looks bad, but he charges at you too, so we can spin self-defense.”
I chuckle. “There was no self-defense there, Chessy. I was never in danger.”
“Your arrogance will not help here Jacks-off.”
I raise a brow. “Oh? We’re back to nicknames again, huh? Well then, my tasty chestnut, let me just say that you seemed to enjoy my arrogance last night.”
She rolls her eyes.
“All three times,” I smirk and she swats at my shoulder. She’s grinning though.
“Jackson, stop. You can’t say those things. This is supposed to be fake.”
“You faked nothing last night.”
“Jackson."
“The way your pussy clenched my cock?” I shake my head. “Nope. No faking that.”
Images of me thrusting slowly into her, dragging back over her clit,rush to the forefront of my mind. Her breathy ‘yes’ when I asked, ‘Do you like that?’