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The gym is quiet. Way too quiet for my liking. I know exactly why Coach pulled me here an hour before practice. To talk about the many videos of the fight on Saturday. We aren't even technically allowed to be out during our season but Coach knows we will. Just reminds us not to be stupid. Clearly that notation was thrown out the window on Saturday. The locker room is dark the only light is coming from Coches office. The blinds are down and I know I'm fucking screwed.

I take a deep breath and move towards the door of his office. It's open and I see two people sitting in the three chairs. The third left open obviously for me. Our team manager is standing in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest. Coach looks up at his desk stress is written across his face as the two guys in the chairs turn around. I straighten my back out when I see none other than fuckface one and fuckface two. Michael and Ronnie have smug ass looks on their face.

"Hey Coach," I say looking away from the two of them. I know what's fucking coming next. I am not dumb or stupid enough to convince myself that I'm not either getting kicked off the team or suspended. I guess best case scenario is getting suspension but my team needs me this weekend. This game will nail in whether or not we will be number one in our conference for March Madness.

"Fletcher, sit. Burke and Sanchez, out," Coach barks orders at the three of us. The two of them shove their chairs back with a squeak but I don't move from the doorway. I watch as Michael walks towards me in his fake ass Yeezy's backpack slung on one shoulder with Ronnie trailing behind him. Ronnie isnt looking at me but I can see his black eye and cut lip from here. Michael has a bruised cheek from where my fist collided with it. I can't help but smirk at what I did to them.

They deserved every punch I threw. Everything that happened Saturday night is ingrained in my brain. I have barely slept these past three days and now I probably won't be able to sleep because I got kicked off the fucking team. Meaning my dear old dad will rat my ass out to authorities or God knows what. Michael slows down when he reaches me his smirk turned into a scowl.

"Fletcher, you should have known better than to fuck with me," he said in a low threatening tone. I scoff at his words pushing off of the doorframe to say something to him.

"Enough! You three have gotten into enough trouble as it is. Now Asher, sit your ass down," Coach barks at us shutting me up in the process. Michael checks my shoulder on his way out the door. I resist every fiber in my body to punch him again and walk past Ronnie. He doesn't look at me as I head for the chair sitting in the middle of the three. The door shuts behind Ronnie but I don't look back.

"Coach whatever they said-"

"Save it, Asher. Number one NBA draft prospect gets into fight at a frat party, that's what is circulating right now. You think that I want to have this conversation that I don't know about the bullshit Michael and Ronnie spew. The difference is, is that there's a video. Actual videos," he says in a very serious tone. I swallow the large lump in my throat as I run a hand through my hair. I know the video, actually seen the videos. And the headlines.

"I know," I say simply. "I take the blame."

Coach stares at me with a blank look on his face. He is pissed but if he saw the video then he knows what happened. I can't lie because he knows exactly what happened in that video. He saw me throw that punch. Actually the multiple punches.

"Well if you know, you must know how tremendously stupid you are for getting into a fight and hell going to a party like that in the first place. And this all for a- for a girl!" Coach states motioning at no one in particular. I clench my jaw to keep myself from the the shit you don't say when you are with your coach. Carter isn't just a fucking girl. She is my girl well fucking was.

"Are we done here?" I ask in as level of a voice I can muster. Coach looks at me shocked almost before regaining his composure to pissed the hell off again.

"Are you done? You on drugs or something boy! Asher you just got into a fist fight with your own teammates over some girl and you expect this to just be a slap on the frickin' wrist?" He says taking me back a bit. I sit up a little bit straighter and he shakes his head at me. "You're suspended for four games."

Fuck.

"Four games? That runs into March Madness," I say leaning forward. I am now literally on the edge of my seat because this is bullshit. Coach knows and I know, hell the whole university knows, how much of a douchebag Michael Burke is.

"You should have thought about that before punching out the lights of the your two teammates at a very public place," he says shaking his head at me. I shove my chair back so fast I think I see Coach flinch but he stands his ground.

"I didn't do it for some stupid girl. You should know how many times Michael Burke and Ronnie Sanchez names has come up on sexual harassment charges and you just don't say a damn thing. Carter, I mean, the girl, the girl was at the wrong place at the wrong time stop fucking calling her some girl. Any other guy on the team would have been more than happy to have decked Ronnie and Burke the same way I did."

Coach looks at me emotionless and I hear the trainer shift behind me. He is probably here just to observe and be neutral but I can tell he doesn't want to be fucking neutral anymore.

"Those are awfully big fucking charges to throw around, Asher. Take your suspension and leave before your suspension is permanent," Coach says leaving no room for any type of questioning. I shake my head at Coach but shove past the chair. I am pissed actually I don't think pissed could even describe how I feel right now. I shove open the door and see my teammates all silently pause what they were doing. Burke and Ronnie lean against the door to exit. Burke has a smug ass smile on his face while Ronnie is blankly staring at the floor.

"This is fucking bullshit," Trey snaps standing up from his chair. I don't bother responding and head out for the door. But not without shoulder checking Burke on my way out. I step out into the hallway and let the door slam behind me.


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