My Coach's Daughter

Chapter 7: Winnie

I think we did more talking than we did tutoring. He didn't ask about my dad, my brother, or really anything sport related. He kept the conversation light and asked questions about myself. Mostly about school and what other classes i was taking. But it sure was refreshing. Most people i meet usually ask me about my brother. They either want to be best friends with him or they want to date him. Either they think I'm the key to him.

One question rattled me a little. He asked what i liked to do in my free time, and the only thing i could think of saying was that i liked to run every morning in the small park by the school. Im still beating myself up that i didn't mention that i like to draw and paint or read endless love stories. But mostly, i was worried about what he would say when i admitted that I actually liked watching football and other sports. I thought I might be setting myself up for disaster if I brought that topic up.

It was getting way later than i expected. Time flew by, and i was feeling extremely guilty that i didn't do my actual job and tutor him in the subject that he needed. I started to gather my books together. "I'm really sorry. I'm not usually so talktive. I should've done a better job at keeping us focused."

He was smirking at me now. "If anyone should be apologizing, it should be me. I was the one who kept asking questions. I think it makes me a bad student. You're an excellent teacher. I guess I just wanted to know more about you, and the more you talked, the more i wanted to know. I promise i'll do better next time."

I could feel myself blushing. "We both can try a little harder."

I was still packing up my things when he started to walk away. Something must have stopped him because he turned around and walked back the table i was sitting at. "Can i walk you home?"

Now, i was the one smirking. "Only if you have a death wish?"

He looked so confused. "Why would you say that?'

"I live with my brother. He can be a little protective. He's already having a hard time that I'll be working with the male soccer team this year. It's part of my internship. I'm really interested in sports medicine. I mean, it shouldn't be too much of a shock. i've been surrounded by sports my whole life."

He seemed way too interested in what i was saying. "I think you will be really good at that. The soccer team will be lucky to have you. I'm sure they will be thrilled."

I wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or not. My gut was telling me that he wasn't, but i am definitely missing something. "Well, i better get going. I'll see you in a few days?"

He grabbed my arm. "How about I just walk you to your building? Your brother can't be mad if he doesn't know. I just want to make sure you get home safely."

"You're so full of it, but i feel like you're trying to be sweet, so yes, you can walk me to my building."

We ended up walking around the building more times than i could count. He had his hands nervously in his pockets. "There's a food truck a half mile that way if maybe you wanted to grab a bite? We've been walking in circles talking. i thought this would at least give us some place to walk to."

I thought about it for a moment. I really was having a great time. Talking to Trevor was easy, and I was really enjoying something being easy right now. "You know what , i am starving. A food truck sounds great to me."

I loved how he beamed with excitment. "Great, I hope you like tacos? They have the best street tacos I've ever had."

I beamed back at him."Taco's is one of my favorites."

"Perfect." His smile was contagious.

We sat down to eat, and the conversation was light. Once again, it wasn't over anything serious. It just flowed nautrally.

My fat ass finished four tacos, and I wasn't even ashamed of it. I probably should have been since this was the first time we've ever hung out, but hey, I'm all for him seeing the real me right of the bat, and I like my food. Especially when it's really fricken good.

He wiped his fingers with his napkin and tossed it on his plate. "Well, i better get you home before your brother hunts me down and kills me."

That comment confused me. "Wait, does my brother know you?"

"We've crossed paths a few times.... You know, at parties and stuff."

That still wasn't settling right with me. "Oh, right. That makes sense."

He walked me up to my buildings door. "I'll see you around, Winnie. Maybe even sooner than you think."

Isn't he presumptuous. "We will see. Good night, Trevor."

He gave me a small wave. "Sleep tight, Winnie."

I walked up to our level, feeling lost in my only little fairy tale. Trevor Doxy. I would have never expected to spend a day with him and actually enjoy myself.

I smelt the spices of mexican food and knew the boys had to of cooked. It did smell good, and I would have gladly helped myself to leftovers if i wasn't so incredibly full.

I vaguely remember my brother asking me questions, and i automatically responded with "tutoring."

I could hear there whispering behind me. I just didn't care. i was on cloud now. I spent nearly a whole day with a guy, and he didn't seem like a complete douche or have some sort of beef with my brother and his friends, which is really easy to do.

I heard someone knocking on my door as soon as i got changed into my pajamas. I was expecting it to be my brother. I know he probably had at least a dozen questions for me after being gone all day. Instead, it was Parker, and i think that annoyed me more. "Yes?"

He scrunched his eyebrows in frustration. He was obviously not too keen on my attitude. "I brought you a plate. We made dinner, and i wasn't sure if you had time to eat and all since you were tutoring."

Shit he was actually being genuine and kind. "Sorry, i didn't mean to.. I already ate. thank you for offering, though."

He looked stunned. "You ate? When?"

"Uh yeah. The guy I was tutoring asked if I wanted to get street tacos, and i said yes."

He was getting so heated. "Who were you tutoring?"

I matched his tone. "That's none of your business now, is it? You are my brothers friend. That's it. You have no right to ask me any questions like this. I don't want to keep fighting with you. Please just go."

He put his head down. "Right, your brothers friend."

I shut the door as soon as he left. I pressed my back against it and scooted my way down to the floor. I wanted to cry, and i didn't understand as to why. Why couldn't Parker just leave me alone. Let things be. If he keeps this up, people will think that he cares, and we both know there's not much truth to that. There can't be.