The moment I pull the phone away from my ear, Skylar’s in my space. The smug smirk she wore three seconds ago has now been replaced by wide-eyed anxiety.
"Who was that?" she asks tightly.
"Coach,” I reply, placing my phone back into my pocket.
That earns me a confused look. "Coach Adams? As in... the terrifying drill sergeant who probably eats sharks for breakfast, lunch, and dinner?"
"That's one way to describe him, but yeah. Same man."
Her shoulders tense up. "Well? What does he want?"
"He wants me in his office immediately. Apparently, Shawn wasn't beaten up bad enough, because the douchebag still had enough strength to crawl straight to Coach and run his f*****g mouth."
Skylar’s eyes bulge. "Shawn reported you to Coach?!"
"Yes, sweetheart. That's literally what I just said."
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