"Not you, Savannah."
I pause with a small sigh as I step out of the crowd of guys who have just been dismissed. Facing
the coach timidly, I'm ready to plead with him. To beg, really. I. Don't. Want. To. Talk. About.
It.
His dark eyes stare me down with a semblance of... Is that pity?
"I'm sorry about earlier today. I don't know what happened, but whatever it was, it probably
didn't help that I was yelling at you. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I just don't feel ready to talk yet."
He swallows heavily and nods, looking at the ground awkwardly.
"That's fine. Just know that I'm ready to listen whenever you're ready to open up. At least tell me
if you're good, though."
After what your brother pulled? No. I'm not. I'm violated. Disgusted. I'm scared to be caught
alone with him and even
