Don't Stop, Coach Daddy
“You come to tell me I'm off the team?”
Naomi shook her head. “No, you are not. I rigged the games. You won.”
I raised a brow. “What do you mean?”
“I rigged it. If they investigated, which they would because of your silly outburst, they would find the recruit cheating,” she sighed. “That way, even though you are a terrible player, you are still in the game.”
I stared at the sky. “Thank you.”
“Don't fucking thank me, Dylan,” she retorted. “I shouldn't have to do that. Whatever it is that is fucking you up, turn it to strength. You're not a kid,,x she hissed, pulling herself up from the tub.
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