Chapter 6: Yelling At The Coach
1633 Words
Millie's P.O.V.
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On our way out, I spotted Oliver's car still in the parking lot. I wonder if he's staying for the game. He did say his friend was on the team, and this was the first game of the year.
I shook my head, it doesn't matter anyway.
The three of us went to dinner at my favorite restaurant in town. It's a bit fancy though. I didn't realize we had time to sit for this kind of dinner.
"Are you guys sure we have time for this? I don't want to be late to Caleb's first game," I asked them.
Mom waved me off as she scanned the menu.
"Your father called ahead and told them we would need to be quick." She told me.
I looked at Dad, who gave me a bright smile.
"Perks of knowing every, even slightly important person," I mumbled.
Dad chuckled.
"Well, I told the owner that I could help bring some rich clientele to his business. You know my old friends have opened a firm in the city and are staying here in this town. This place could be a meeting ground." He told me.
I shook my head.
"All so that you could rush your daughter's birthday dinner." I teased.
Mom, Dad, and I made small talk while we ate. Dad was right, they were quick for us. They asked me about school and I told them about Mrs. Gibbson's gifts and how Mr. Douglas offered to help me with my essay.
I left out all the bad things though. It was nice. The only thing missing is my annoying little brother that I love so dearly.
"So, how does it feel to be 18?" Mom asked excitedly.
I chuckled at her.
"The same as it felt being 17, only now I can go clubbing," I said.
Mom beamed at me, but Dad went rigid, and his face went a bit pale. I had to take a drink of my water to stop from giggling. It can be so fun to tease dads.
"You will not be going clubbing," Dad said.
"Oh come on honey. We did much worse when we were 18," Mom said.
"Exactly," Dad argued.
I giggled as they continued to argue about it. There was no way in hell I would be going to any club. Or out at all.
After we were done eating, we rushed back to school. The bleachers were filled with people and the cheerleaders were already pumping up the crowd. I followed behind Mom and Dad onto the bleachers until we could find room for all of us.
Football games can be so boring. I had only been to them before because of James. Even though Caleb has been into sports his whole life. He knew it wasn't my thing.
I am only here right now because this was important to my little brother, and he has been there so much for me. The least I could do is support his games. Besides, with Mom and Dad here, no one would bother me. They never did when my parents were around.
"Oh look, there's Vanessa." Mom said as she pointed to the redheaded cheerleading captain.
I gave my mom a lame 'mhm' but didn't look at Vanessa.
At half-time, Caleb still hadn't played. I was getting worried for him. The new guy, Atlas, however, played the whole game.
That's a bit unfair. Caleb worked his ass off all summer and went to every practice. This guy just got here like a few days ago, and he gets to play?
No way in hell.
"Hey, I'll be right back. I want to get a snack." I told Mom, and then slipped away.
Oh, I am not going to get a snack. I marched right down to the gates that separated the team from the rest of us. The cheerleaders were doing their half-time show, so everyone was paying attention to them.
"Hey!" I called out to the coach.
A few of the team members turned to look at me, but the coach did not.
"Millie?" Caleb asked, shocked. "What the hell are you doing down here?"
I ignored my brother.
"Hey you! Coach Whatsit!" I shouted.
Caleb groaned after I got the attention of a few more team members, and the coach.
"What do you want, girl?" The coach asked.
My eyes went wide.
"Girl? What are we, in the 70s?" I asked.
The coach sighed.
"Miss Holmebrooke, is there something I can help you with?" He asked, annoyed.
"That's much better, Coach Miller, thank you." I said.
Coach Miller rolled his eyes as a few of the guys snickered.
"You can help me by telling me why my brother isn't playing," I said.
Coach Miller walked closer to me.
"He will have his time, Millie. Now go on." He said.
"Caleb has been working his a.ss off all summer, and attended every practice. Yet you're letting some noodle who has only been here for a week play!" I shouted.
"Noodle?" Someone asked.
"Oh my fu.cking God." I heard Caleb groan.
"Are you trying to tell me how to run my team?" Coach Miller asked angrily.
"Not at all, Coach. I would never dream of disrespecting you the way you disrespect my brother, ya know, the tall 15-year-old who looks up to you." I said.
Coach Miller's face softened when I said that.
Bingo.
Sure, Caleb looks up to him, a little, maybe, okay, like a sliver of looking up to.
"I will try to get him in when the break is over. Okay Millie? Now go back to your seat." He told me, and then turned around to walk away from me.
I gave my brother a triumphant smile.
"I hate you." He said to me.
"That's okay. You'll get over it." I said, and then my eye caught someone else staring at me.
James.
Ugh! I rolled my eyes, and gave him a disgusted look. Thankfully, Caleb had turned back around so he didn't see.
"Millie, told you that you are my good luck charm." He said to me with a wink.
I saw Caleb go rigid.
"And I told you to fu.ck off." I shouted back.
The guys snickered, and James gave me a sour look.
"Damn, this chick is feisty," Someone said.
I turned my head towards the voice to find one of the most attractive men I have ever seen in my life. His short dark brown hair was damp with sweat. Bright blue eyes were shinning with mischief at me. They trailed down my body, and back up to my face. A perfect smirk fell on his sexy lips.
Oh, no… That's the guy I called a noodle? There's nothing noodle like about him. He's huge. Is he even a teenager?
"James can tell you how feisty she really is." Snickered James's best friend Josh.
"If James utters one fu.cking word about my sister, he'll never be able to play football again." Caleb warned dangerously.
Panic coursed through me when James's head snapped at Caleb.
"What was that, Holmebrooke?" he said.
"Oh, no." I whispered.
"Nah, Caleb is right." The noodle said, getting all of our attention.
He's staring at me like I'm a piece of meat.
"James utters one word about this girl..." He trailed off as he turned around to face his teammates. "And I'll fu.cking kick your ass myself." Then he looked at the coach. "Coach Miller. I could use a break anyway and this chick is right, I haven't worked as hard as half of these guys. Why don't you let Holmebrooke play the rest of the game? It's only fair."
Wow... That was... nice of him.
"Shut up Norris!" Coach Miller said. "I make the rules. Holmebrooke, get geared up."
The guy, Norris, turned to me, and my smile turned to a glare.
"You can thank me, I don't mind," he said with arrogance.
I scoffed at him.
"As if. I'm not thanking you for doing what's right, you noodle," I said.
Where did all of this bravery come from? And me, calling this giant of a man, this hunk, a noodle? What the fu.ck is wrong with me?
One of the guys' arms is as big as my head, and he's got to be at least 6'4.
"I assure you cutie, there is nothing noodle-like about me," he said, and then winked.
Cutie? Why is my face hot? Is he... flirting with me? No way, not two guys in one day.
"Norris, get your a.ss on the bench since you're so tired," Coach Miller barked out.
Norris chuckled.
"I'll be seeing you later cutie." He said with another wink before going to the bench.
Both James and Caleb were glaring at the guy, but he didn't seem to care.
"Anything else you want to say, Millie?" Coach Millier asked me.
"Yes actually, thank you." I said like a proud brat. "Can you ask your wife to make me some cookies? I'll be over Sunday." I said with a sweet smile.
Caleb and the guy, Norris, snickered on the bench.
"I will ask her." Coach Miller replied. "Now go away."
I nodded with a huge smile, and walked back to my seat with my parents.
This feels like a win. I can't believe I had the balls enough to go yell at the football coach. Sure, the Millers were long-time family friends. Mom and I go over every Sunday for 'girls time', which is usually just brunch. They have a daughter who is only 12, and she joins us as well.
Still, I can't believe I went and yelled at him like that. And then that guy… Oh, my gosh, I should be embarrassed.
So why do I feel giddy?
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