Chapter 43 - Second Taste
“Attention, ladies with developed muscles!” Coach holds his folder up, shaking it to draw our interest. “I have here the players who will be on the field this Friday, so be quiet and let me speak!”
“What’s the point?” Steve whispers, sneaking in between me and Nate. He covers half his face with his helmet so Coach doesn’t notice. “We already know who’s gonna play, anyway.”
“Let him be,” I shrug and smile. “He hasn’t covered his daily screaming quota yet, so he’s going to use the opportunity.”
“As long as Parker stays on the bench, I’ll be damned happy,” Nate ironizes.
“I don’t think so, Nathaniel.” Sam’s thick voice startles us, but we try to disguise it when Coach’s penetrating gaze assures that we’ll be hung upside down in the dressing rooms if we interrupt
