Adrianna
We grab our bags and head toward the exit of the cafeteria, only for Alexander to block our way.
“Where do you think you are going?”
Nat glares at him. “The library.”
“Yeah, get the fuck out of our way, Morales. Or I’ll deck you.”
He chuckles. “Not sure you can after your shitty performance against Daniels in class earlier.”
I clench my fists. “What? You think you can do better?”
His cocky smirk drives me wild with anger. “Perhaps.” He glances at Nat. “As always, you are a complete and utter nerd, spending your free periods in the library.”
I grab Azira’s arm and drag her around him. “Come on. We don’t have time for bullies like him.”
“That’s right, run away,” he calls after us.
“I hate that boy,” I say.
Natalya just looks a little flustered, nodding in response. “Yeah.”
Not looking where I was going, I barge straight into someone.
When I look up, it’s Coach looking down at me. “You should really look where you are going, Adrianna.”
I glare at him. “Perhaps you should too,” I say.
He smirks. “Maybe I wanted to bump into you.”
Nat shakes her head. “What the fuck?”
He narrows his eyes at her. “Keep your beak out of this, Gurin.”
I glance at her and nod softly. “Don’t worry. I can handle this. What do you want?”
“You know exactly what I want.”
“And you know my answer and it hasn’t changed since an hour ago.”
His smirk widens. “It will.”
“You need to be reported to the police for harassment,” Nat says, glaring at Coach.
He chuckles. “While you are at it, we can report every damn student here because of their ties with organized crime.” Stepping to one side, he pins me with his glare. “See you around, Vasquez.”
I huff and link arms with Nat, pulling her away from him.
“Don’t dream about me too much.”
I grind my teeth, knowing he’s trying to get a rise from me, but I ignore his comment.
“Way to go, being the bigger person,” Nat says, shaking her head. “He really is a pig.”
“I know,” I say, shaking my head.
“Hot as hell, but a pig,” she adds.
I glare at her. “It doesn’t matter if he’s the hottest man on this planet. He’s an asshole. A misogynistic asshole.”
“Admit it though. If you weren’t a virgin, you’d sleep with him, right?” Nat asks.
“No fucking way.”
Her eyes widen. “Really?”
I nod in response. “There’s nothing on this earth that would get me to sleep with that man, virgin or not.”
Nat’s brow furrows. “Not going to lie. I would if I wasn’t a virgin. He’s gorgeous.”
There’s no denying that Coach is the embodiment of masculine beauty, but it changes nothing. The fact is he’s slept with way too many girls at this school.
“I have standards.”
Nat laughs. “Are you saying I don’t?”
“You don’t have standards if you would sleep with Coach knowing how many girls he’s fucked at this school.”
She opens the library door and lets me in first. “But his experience probably means he’s amazing in bed.” She lifts her brows comically.
I laugh. “You’re crazy.”
“I only speak the truth.” She sits down in her usual seat at our usual table in the library, and we both get our work out of our bags.
“Thank God Azira’s not here. I can get nothing done with her yapping.”
Nat nods. “Agreed. Let’s get to work.”
We both fall into a comfortable silence, working on our assignments, but I can’t shake the issue with Coach, as I know it won’t go away. He is about as stubborn as someone can get. I know that he’ll hound me until the last day of the year, making my life a living hell, but there’s no alternative.
I won’t lie down like all the other girls and take his shit.