Coached ➳ l.p [au]

chapter 38: part one

im still deciding, but be honest. would u guys even read the sequel?

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"Woah!" I jerked away from Liam who held a bucket of water in his hands. He stood only centimeters from my bed, holding a large smirk across his freshly shaven face.

My head hit the wall with a loud thump, making me groan in pain.

Liam swiftly set the bucket of water beside my bed, and reached out to rub the back of my head where i'd slammed it into the wall.

"I blame this on you," I lazily say, still dizzy from hitting my head against a solid surface.

He chuckled, "Well I didn't think you'd react like that! Do you need some ice for that?"

"No, you crazy imbecile."

"Ooh insults, I like it," he grins, still rubbing my head gently. "Would you like daddy to kiss it and make it better?"

I scoff, pulling his hand back. "I know you did not just refer to yourself as daddy."

This only makes him grin wider- from ear to ear. "Too bad, I did."

When he steps away, he trips over his own feet and falls backwards, sending water splashing everywhere; including on me. How could he have forgotten so easily that he put a freaking bucket of ice water on the ground?

"Um excuse me," I say, wiping icy water from under my chin with my shoulder sleeve. "But I didn't ask to go to the water park this morning."

Liam stands from the floor laughing, nearly his whole lower half soaking in water.

I can't help but laugh at the sight in front of me. This morning has just been interesting by the second. Next thing you know, Miley Cyrus is just going to come flying through the window on her wrecking ball.

"How did you even get so wet?" I ask, stifling my own laughs at him. This is hilarious, I mean I got only a little water on me but at least i'm not drenched in it.

A small smirk plays at the corners of his mouth, "I don't know, how did you?"

I scrunch my eyebrows, looking down at my completely dry clothes. "What do you m-"

Before I can even finish my sentence, I feel the remainder of the cold bucket water being thrown at me making me shiver. Good thing there was hardly any left, or I would have attacked him- soaked and all. It would have been the next Wipe Out episode, i'm telling you.

"Good thing you can't read my thoughts," I groan out loud, throwing the covers off of me. I'm probably going to get pneumonia.

"Yeah, you're probably thinking about how you're so wet," he crosses his arms, before adding on. "Wet for me."

"Jesus, Payne, isn't it too early for that?"

Secretly, I like it though. His dirty jokes are making my mind go wild, and I can't even do anything about it since he's got me attracted to him like a freaking moth to a street light.

"Nope," he shrugs. "S'never too early to hit on m'lady. Plus it's only ten o'clock."

"Does this seem like the mid evil era to you?" I finally stand up, almost slipping on the puddle of water soaked into the carpet. "And dry the floor, slave."

"Hey," he points at me playfully, taking a step closer. "If anything, you're my slave since i'm your Coach."

I peer at him and he laughs. "But, since I have a strong liking to you, i'll clean it up. Only because I want to."