Gabriel (Continued) (Book 2)

Keep Off The Grass

through my second lap I get summoned.

"Drew! Coach wants to see you!" I walk across the field and up to coach's

office.

"You wanted to see me, Coach?" I ask while knocking on the door.

"Yeah, sit down."

Geez, he was pissed. But I wondered about what?

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"Drew, what is this?"

He held up the little plastic bag of cocaine.

My eyes widened in panic, "Uh, ashes?"

Christ I shouldn't have smoked pot this morning!

"Don't be a smart ass. We both know what it is. Is it yours?"

Shit, how was I going to stay on the team and get my blow back?

"Ummm, no?"

"Drew, what happened? You used to be my best player," 'used to'?!? I still was-

am!, "and now your doing drugs?" He sighs, "I'll have no choice but to suspend

you from the team and suspend you from prom-which means that you can't be

crowned king."

What?? When was I nominated for prom? And no prom king?! I've been king every

year of highschool!

"And of course I'll have to call your parents-"

I blanked out. My rage hit through the roof, my hands turned into fists and my

nails left marks on coach's desk. I stopped thinking and just acted- because it

was easier that way.

"You will not call my parents." I growled, "You will not suspend me from the

team or from prom." These weren't suggestions- they were commands.

His eyes glazed over, and he said in monotone, "I will not call your parents. I

will not suspend you from the team or prom."

"You will not remember calling me in here. You will not mess with me again."

"I won't mess with you again," he whispered.

"Good," I sagged against the chair and pulled out my water bottle of vodka,

"God, that was weird. What was that? That's just exhausting! But really fun..."

Coach blinked back mindlessly at me.

I stood up to go back to gym class then halted, "Oh, your going to excuse me

from the rest of class." I held out my hand, "And give me back the blow." He

holds out the bag to me and drops it in my palm.

I smile, nod and slip the coke in my pocket for later. Then I grab my binder and

go into the commons.

"Baby, congratulations!" Erika throws her arms arounpd me and kisses me deeply.

I stagger back, "You and me have been king and queen all year and now its going

to be official. By the way, nice joke having your prego cousin and her loser boy

toy nominated. How embarrassing it must be for them- knowing that they'll never