Falling For His Coach's Daughter [Book #4]

Chapter 1

I rolled my eyes when I overheard some girl gawk over the frat boy she slept with at a party last night. I didn't care that she had sex with a frat boy. What irritated me was the continuous high-pitched laughter from her friends. It was just outright obnoxious and inconsiderate of the people trying to study.

The library was one of my favorite places to hang out and it's girls like her that ruin the experience. I slumped further into my chair, frequently peering over the book I was reading to shoot an icy look their way.

Of course, they didn't notice. They were too busy talking about the guy's dick size and laughing like a bunch of hyenas on Nitrous oxide.

I sat up in my seat when I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. Shifting my attention away from the group of girls, I laid my book flat on the table and pulled out my phone. My eyes rolled once more when I saw that it was a text from my dad. It read:

Dad: Are you coming to Soccer practice?

I sighed. My dad has been begging me to attend the guy's soccer practice since I started attending the university. I always come up with an excuse not to go, because I've never been a fan of sports. 

Besides, I don't know why he thinks watching the boys play will suddenly make me fall in love with the sport. If anything, it will just make me hate it that much more. I don't want to be around a bunch of sweaty ass guys.

Since my dad never had a son, he's been trying to get me to love sports just as much as he does. Especially soccer. He also coaches the Lacrosse team and probably would have coached Basketball and Football if he had the time.

I thought over my excuse, or lie rather, before texting him back. When the lie popped into my head, my thumbs flew across the keypad.

Me: Can't. I have to take Khaleesi to the vet for her annual checkup. But maybe next time.

Khaleesi is my six year old calico. I was a huge fan of Game of Thrones at the time. Not that I'm not still a fan. My interests have just changed a little bit since the show ended.

I stared at the three dots that appear on the screen, indicating that my dad has read the message and is now typing. I nervously chewed on the drawstring of my hoodie, hoping and praying that he falls for my lie.

Another text pops up.

Dad: Kahleesi's checkup isn't for another month or so. Nice try though, hun. I'll see you at practice.

Damn it. So close.

He added an "I love you" along with a heart emoji and a smiley face to his reply, causing me to groan in annoyance. I did not want to spend my afternoon watching a group of jocks play a sport I didn't give two fucks about. No offense to anyone who loves the sport. It's just not my cup of tea.

Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I stood to my feet. Then I slipped my bookmark into my book to save my space and put the novel back in my backpack.

I could hear the group of girls still laughing on my way out the door. Annoyed, I headed to my last class of the day. Organic Chemistry.

I took a seat in my unassigned assigned spot,  -right in the middle- and pulled out my notebook and pencil case so I could take notes.

I was looking down, focused on the doodles I was drawing in my notebook until the professor walked in with our graded assignments. I stopped working on the orchid I was sketching as he began to call off names.

My name was one of the first he called. I got up from my seat, stepped out into the aisle, and made my way down the steps. I paused in front of the desk with a smile on my face as he handed me my exam.

Professor Nguyen tipped his head in acknowledgment before turning his attention to the student beside me. 

Professor Nguyen is one of the kindest professors here at the University. And not to mention, he's quite attractive. Although in his mid-forties, he could easily pass as someone in their early thirties. Most of the girls find any chance they can get to flirt with him, despite him being married with three children.

I went back to my seat and looked over my exam. I'd received a hundred percent for my grade, which I expected. When I'm not reading a book or binging a show, I'm studying and doing homework. I do really well academically and am even a part of the Honor Society.

I looked up from my exam, having heard the student three rows down from me curse out of frustration. I caught a glimpse of the bright red letter grade on his exam. D+. Although I couldn't see his face, I knew who it was.

Fluffy black hair, emerald green eyes, and a smile that makes my heart leap now and again. Hayden Isaacs. The only reason I know about him is that he's the former captain of the Lacrosse and current captain of the Soccer team, as well as a member of one of the richest families in Cali.

I've never spoken to him before because I'm not much of a social butterfly. He nodded his head in my direction and even smiled at me a few times, but I always ended up breaking eye contact and scurrying away from him.

He doesn't seem rude like some of the other athletes. He actually seems pretty sweet. But I like to keep a low profile here on campus. I don't want anyone trying to use me to get to my dad, or forming some twisted rumor about how I've fucked all of the athletes.

It's happened before.

After scrambling to take notes, the class day was over. Me and Hayden, along with a few other students were the last to pack up. I zipped up my floral backpack and slipped it onto my back.

I was coming down the steps when I saw Hayden standing before Professor Nguyen asking him if he could retake the exam. Professor Nguyen shook his head. "I'm sorry Hayden, but you know I don't allow retakes."

"But this is the second exam I've failed in your class." A 'D' was a passing grade, but to Hayden, anything lower than an 'A' wasn't an acceptable grade. "I'll end up getting kicked off the soccer team if I fail the next exam, sir."

I could tell Professor Nguyen cared about his students and wanted them to do well, but the rules were the rules. He'd made it clear from the first day he handed out the syllabus that retakes weren't allowed.

"I'm sorry, Hayden," Professor Nguyen said sadly, packing up his belongings.

"What about extra credit? I'll write an essay on amino acids if I have to."

He shook his head a second time. "Why don't you try getting help from another student in the class?" His brown eyes drift to me and I stiffen. "Olive might be able to help."

Hayden's bright green eyes are now on me. He gives me a small smile before turning his attention back to our professor. "Is there anybody else I can ask?" He whispers, only not so well.

A frown appears on my face as I walk out the door. I wasn't expecting that to be his answer. I would have gladly helped him, but not anymore if he's going to be a jerk about it. 

I guess Hayden Isaacs isn't as sweet as I thought he was.