All Chapters of Don't Stop, Coach Daddy : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER TWENTY- ONEDylan's POVI was sitting at the table, waiting for my father to arrive. When he picked up my call, I did not expect him to grant my wishes and see me, after everything that had happened.My palms were sweaty, and I adjusted my jacket a million times. He was meant to be here by 8. It was 8:30 now, still no sign of him. Did he change his mind? Was he in an accident? No, stop thinking such thoughts. He said he would come and I would believe him, nothing more.I glanced at my watch. Naomi has discouraged me from doing this. She said I had to give him time to calm down..It has been two weeks, I would not exist with my father like we are strangers. He never spoke to me at home again, always coming in very late and leaving very early.I made sure to book a table close to the entrance so I could see him when he came in. I did not want to be surprised, and I have been staring at the door all evening..Finally, it opens and he's the one that walked through. He saw me, and

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREESera’s POVA low buzz was going on in my classroom as I walked inside. I saw Chloe at the front seat and she looked up at me, her hair looked more tangled than usual, her dark circles looked red. I ignored her, opting to sit at the back today.“Hey scarce girl,” Louise greeted me. I smiled at her, very cautious and on alert about people around me now. “Hi,” I replied back, bringing out my notepad.“Are you prepped for the test?”“Test?”“Yeah,” she said, chewing her gum loudly. “The maths test.”Fuck. I had forgotten all about it. After Chloe left, I stayed in bed all day, only getting up to pee and get a new bucket of ice cream, drowning my sorrows away. I had not even remembered class this morning till I finally checked my phone.“Are you good?”I looked at Louse, puzzled. “Why?”“You look down.”“I am fine,” I said, tilting my head a bit. Was my worry that obvious? The mathematics teacher came in just when I was about to ask Louise how she could tell I was dow

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVESera’s POVThe party was wilder than I imagined.Bodies grinded together, everyone seemed to be wearing a bikini or be in some state of undress. A guy was tumbling into the pool as I walked by, splashing water in the pathway. I had let my hair down in the car and applied some gloss to my lips. My long sleeve shirt was tied low around my waist now. The red bra and bum shorts I had on made me blend in, just enough so I did not look like a ho.“Seraphina ” I looked up and saw Jennifer waving her hands furiously. “Come here,” she waved.I climbed the stairs, ending up on the patio. It was not as packed as downstairs, but it still had a sizable amount of people. “Hiiiiii,” Jennifer screeched, jumping up. She wore a gold bikini, showing off her gorgeous tan. The triangles barely covered her nipples and when she hugged me, I looked down to her perfect ass.“You're late,” she smirked, taking my hand in hers. “Sorry, I had an emergency.”I hated calling him that. “That is

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENSera’s POVThe sound of the piano filled the hallway. I was already late, which my music teacher absolutely hated but she always understood that Esports took a lot of my time. I push the door open to one of my favourite classes, a huge grin on my face.My mother loved singing. The good memories I had of her were during Christmas, when she would braid my hair and sing all sorts of carols to me. She was also never high when she did that, and she would smell like lemon and warmth. I walked in, going to the alto line and settling down.“Well, everyone is here then,” our music teacher began. She was a small woman with very wild hair, but her throat was made of steel. I once listened to her carry a note for ten minutes, her voice did not even falter.“We are learning the history of the flute,” she walked to her cabinet and brought out a couple of them. We were only fifteen in this class and she walked amidst us, passing flutes as she spoke.“The flute is one of the olde

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINESera’s POVI got to the hospital early, sweat still clinging to my skin. It was dark when I left my house, needing to clear my head. Somehow, my run led me here, back to him.I strode down the hallway, greeting the doctors and nurses as I passed them. Marcus' room door was open slightly and I pushed it in.He was standing up, a crutch underneath his left armpit. “Marcus,” I cried out with joy. He turned to face me at the sound of my voice. His eyes were full and he managed to give me a small smile. “Sera,” he croaked.“You've started walking,” I was shocked.“Yeah, the doctors are surprised with my recovery too.”“How are you?” I held on to his other side carefully, helping him to sit down. “I have missed you so much.”His beard had grown much and he seemed to have aged more here. “I feel useless.”“Can you tell me what happened to you?”He shook his head. “Have you seen Dylan around?”That was odd. “No, he kind of disappeared. He hasn't come to see you here?”“Fuc