Mia Thompson. She's a freshman at Duke University. Since her father's life makes her sorta famous... so she's had fake friends, media attention, but all she wants is some real friends and a good first year at college. Majoring in physical therapy ha...
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Practice is brutal today.
We've run suicides almost all practice.
"I'm so dead," Jay huffs as he lays on the ground. He puts his arm out and breathes heavy. "If I ever have to do that again-" He doesn't finish his sentence because Jason interjects.
"Well, you will do it again in five minutes," he deadpans as he sits down on the bench with a hard blow of his breath.
"Ugh, you've got to be kidding me," Jay rests his head on his arm as he sits up.
"Wish I was," Jason agrees and takes another sip of his water.
"Let's go, boys!" Coach yells from the other side of the court. He's got his clipboard resting between his arm and chest, with his arms folded across his body.
"What has been up his ass lately?" Ben mutters to us as we get up and start to walk over.
"Seriously," Luke grumbles.
"Ever since the game, I tell you, he's been on his man period." I crack a smile as Jeremy talks.
"If you aren't here in thirty seconds, you'll run for fifteen extra minutes after practice!" Coach yells, and I roll my eyes.
"Come on, guys, let's just get it done," I mumble as I lead them in a jog over to Coach Jenkins and Turner. Their assistants are behind them, but Jenkins rarely uses them for their jobs.
"Boys," Coach starts to walk around in, hunting his prey. "You almost lost a couple nights ago. Do you know how that makes me look?"
We all look down and shake our heads no.
"It makes me look weak!" He yells, "It makes me look like I can't do my job."
Coach gets up in my face and puts his finger into my chest, "You're distracted," he glares at me. "I didn't offer you a scholarship when you were a freshman for this shit you're pulling."
I look up at him with a nod, even though I completely disagree with what he thinks.
He walks over to the front and calls, "If you all don't start acting like you're a good player, I'll get someone else. Don't doubt me." He starts to pick up his voice. "If I see that any of you are messing around and are preoccupied, you can kiss your spot on the team goodbye." He walks to the right as he yells, "I'm not going to tolerate this." He starts to walk to the left, "And if I feel like it, I might just switch up the roster," he shrugs. "Don't test me," he finishes with a scowl.
"Alright, let's line it up!" Coach Turner yells out to us, and we all jog to the court line. "Jackson, hold it back." He tells me as everyone starts their suicides. I look back at him as he walks away and into the hall.
I walk behind him, and we walk down the hall and into his office. "What is it, Coach?"
He sits down in his chair and motions me to do the same in the one in front of him. I take a seat and listen in for what he has to say.
