Coach Long Read Online K. Webster

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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)

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Coach Long

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K. Webster

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Coach Everett Long has a chip on his shoulder. Working every day with the man who stole his fiancée leaves him pissed and on edge. His temper is volatile and his attitude sucks.
River Banks is a funky-styled runner with a bizarre past. Starting over at a new school was supposed to be easy…but she should have known better. She likes to antagonize and tends to go after what she’s not supposed to have.
When the arrogant bully meets the strong-willed brat, it sparks an illicit attraction. Together, they heat up the track with longing and desire. Everything about their chemistry is wrong. So why does it feel so right?
She’s a hurdle in his way and, dear God does he want to jump her. Will she be worth the risk or will he fall flat on his face?
***The characters in this book are of legal age.***
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I’m distracted as my students spread out in the middle of the football field to begin stretching. My mind is on her. Julie Horton. Anger surges through me every time I think of her pretty blonde hair and innocent smile. She said she loved me and even accepted my fucking ring last Christmas. And not even five months later, with a quivering lip and fake-ass tears, she told me she’d been sleeping with someone else. The entire fucking time. Sean Polk, of all people. The motherfucking guidance counselor at Brown Senior High and someone I once considered a friend.

I’d managed to make it all summer without having to see either one of them. The breakup had been devastating. Julie moved out of my house, and my heart. I’ve been dreading the first day of school ever since—the day I’d no doubt run into Sean. So far, I’ve managed to avoid him. I’m afraid if I see his stupid face, I’ll pop him right in the nose and lose my damn job.

Clearly, my anger hasn’t cooled one bit this entire time.

“Are we doing laps this morning?” Caleb, one of my best sprinters, asks.

I shake my head a bit to clear Julie and Sean out of my mind and give him my attention. “Hurdles. I want to see where the newbies stand. Keep stretching.”

He looks mildly irritated but doesn’t argue. Caleb has run track for me three straight years. Now that he’s a senior, he’s most likely looking to step up his game to nail down some scholarships. The kid will have no problem. He’s our fastest runner and his determination is admirable.

I check my watch while they stretch and let my mind drift back to Julie. We’d have ended up in divorce eventually, probably. What was I thinking anyway? Just because she fit the mold, doesn’t mean she was a good person. I had been hellbent on marrying her because she checked off all the boxes in my head that equated to a suitable wife. Blonde, flawless, successful. Polite and popular with our peers. Everything about her screamed marriage material. Sure, she hated to give blow jobs but it wasn’t a deal breaker for me. At thirty-seven years old, I’d been ready to settle down.

Of course, that’s now all fucked up.

“Yo, Polk!” Caleb hollers past me.

My hackles raise and I jerk my head to see Sean walking onto the field with a tiny girl in tow. Irritation poisons my blood when his plastic smile on his tanned face comes into view. His pink polo shirt makes him look like a goddamned fairy. What the hell did Julie see in this guy? Sure, he’s fit, but he dresses like a douchebag and I hate that he’s Mr. Personality with the students.

“Caleb,” Sean says, his voice grating on my nerves. “Coach Long.”

I clench my teeth and glare at him. “Mr. Polk.”

It’s really fucking hard to maintain my composure in front of forty teenagers but somehow, I manage. Barely.

“Everett, this is River Banks,” he introduces. I don’t miss his plastic smile faltering under my murderous stare or the slight squeak of his voice.

I snort and glance at the small woman standing next to him who’s clearly a student here based on her young features. “Tell me that’s not your real name.” It falls out of my mouth before I can even stop it and my comment earns a few sniggers from my students.

“Tell me that’s not your real face,” she spits out, soft enough for only Sean and I to hear.

Sean tries to hide a laugh and I pin him with an evil stare. I cross my arms over my chest. “Can I help you two with something?”

He composes himself and puts his hand on the girl’s shoulder. Something about the casual way he does it makes me want to yank his arm off. He shouldn’t be touching the students. The bastard pushes the code of ethics for damn sure. “River here will be attending Brown this year. She and her family just moved from Chicago.”

I look at her again. Her dark, almost black, hair has been straightened smooth, and highlighted strands of pink and purple shine through. Her eyes, which are currently shooting lasers at me, are the palest blue I’ve ever seen. Like she’s wearing some weird contacts or some shit. Nobody has eyes that blue. She’s outlined them with a ton of heavy black eyeliner and wears glittering pink eye shadow. It’s her lips, though, that I find myself staring at. Pink and glossy and plump.

“And?” I ask, dragging my gaze from her lips that I shouldn’t be focusing on in the first place. “What does this have to do with me?”

Sean sighs, but still, I don’t look at him. “She wants to try out for the track team.”

I stifle a groan. I’ve already got my team in place. That was what summer tryouts were for. “The team is full.”