4. The coach!

Saturday, 4:20pm...

LAYLA: Wait...so he left you in the room alone...and you didn't leave?

SOFIA: Leave for what? He paid for the room. And I was so high so I decided that not moving was a good choice.

LAYLA: Oh God..sof...you really need to stop doing this. I can't believe he said he loved you and you just chickened out. What is the...I mean...why?

SOFIA: Are you seriously asking me that right now?

LAYLA: I know...but you..you gotta move on at some point.

SOFIA: And I have. That's why I don't need any man in my life. I'm perfectly okay like this.

LAYLA: Okay..but are you happy?

SOFIA: And who says having a man determines happiness? I'm fine..okay?

LAYLA: Okay.

SOFIA: Good. Now i just have to convince my godfather too. He's very stubborn.

LAYLA: You're stubborn too.

SOFIA: Can you believe he set me up on a blind date. Again! I thought that shit was over.

LAYLA: Oh...he did? Cause..uh..I also...I also have someone I think you should meet..he's..

SOFIA: Not another word.

LAYLA: Comeon...give him a chance..he's really nice-

SOFIA: I had another nightmare.

LAYALA: oh?

That should shut her up.

SOFIA: Yeah...it was too real this time. I woke up shaking...I think he's gonna come for me one day.

LAYLA: That is not happening. Godfather isn't dead..and evening he were...that bastard is gonna rot in jail. I don't know what you're afraid of. He's in maximum security prison. That's probably the highest. A million miles away from you.

SOFIA: I know..I know..I just...I need to stop sleeping or something...it's getting worse. I..I actually prayed one night after a terrible one.

LAYLA: Oh wow. Uh..that's.. something. That's good though...did..did it help?

SOFIA: Yeah. I slept like a baby. Felt like someone was watching over me and I was at peace.

LAYLA: Oh..okay...trying that.

I almost forgot we were at Layla's son school...I hate thinking about my nightmares..I just zone out and I get to be in this little prison with no window...basically I feel claustrophobic.

The kids were getting ready for the friendly football match. Friendly or not...I want my baby boy to win or I'm gonna freak. I always do...I curse the coaches out and the other team coach. Yeah..they really do not like me and I would be banned but I contribute a lotta money soo..yeah. The game starts...its pretty funny looking at their little legs running around and yelling a lot of things I barely understand. I can't wait to leave.

It's almost half time and my little 'Preston's ' team is...losing?! What the hell? Who is coaching these kids?! I look at Preston..he's definitely upset.

LAYLA: Oh no..he's not happy.

SOFIA: I know...who is their damn coach?

LAYLA: I don't think this has anything to do with their coach sofi.

SOFIA: It does..a lot. He has Preston playing defense when he should be a striker!! Who arranged this team?!

LAYLA: Hey...chill..its just a game...a friendly one.

SOFIA: Yeah and Preston is not winning!!

LAYLA: Must we go through this everytime sofi?

SOFIA: Is he benching Preston?!!! And that kid too?? That kid is good... what... I'm going over there!

LAYLA: Noo..no...

I ignore Layla and head to the field even if it's not allowed..no one dared stopped me.. I saw the principal and some teachers frowning but I didn't care..I walk to the coach...he must have some damn nerve to bench my boy..and that kid who's really good too.

SOFIA: Hey! Coach!! What the hell is the matter with you? You're benching good players...are you fucking blind or something??! Wha-

HOLY SHIT!

The most...handsome...no beautiful...wait..pretty? God...how can I describe this gorgeous motherfucker?! Is he also created my God? What a ripoff! Describing him wouldn't be enough...cause there are no words...he definitely looks unreal...no way. Wait. He benched Preston!! I don't care how godlike he looks..I am gonna give him a peace of my mind- as soon as I can calm my vagina...she keeps tingling!! And it feels like I ran? Cause why is my heart beating so fast? Oh no..am I having a stroke from seeing this demi-god??!

COACH: Excuse me?

Are you fucking kidding me with that voice???!! Why does he sound like that? Why does he look like that?! Calm down girl...just relax...

SOFIA: Look...you cannot bench that kid...and that one...they're good. You just have them playing the wrong positions.

COACH:Really now?

SOFIA: Yes! Did you not see them out there?

COACH: I did..and that's why I'm replacing them.

SOFIA: But you have them playing a position they're not familiar with!! Youse obviously new and know nothing-

The damn principal Interrupts me.

PRINCIPAL: uhh...sorry...what's the problem this time miss Sofia?

SOFIA: This doesn't concern you sir-

COACH: It kinda does...since he's the principal? Look I got this under control...just go sit your pretty little ass okay?

PRINCIPAL: Ohh no..

SOFIA: What did you say to me??

COACH: I believe you're not deaf.

SOFIA: Look I know these kids...I've watched them play before... Preston is a good striker. Why are you not using him?? You work for the other team right??

PRINCIPAL: Miss Sofia....please...

SOFIA: Where did you hire this dumbass from?! Look buddy....

COACH: You need to go sit down now lady.

LAYLA: Not this again...comeon..come...let's go..

SOFIA: What? He is rude! Why are you taking his side? You know Preston is good-

LAYLA: Oh my God! You're embarrassing Preston!! Let's go!

I look at Preston who has his head down and instantly feel bad. Ooh..this hot stranger is lucky. Fucking lucky. I return to my seat with Layla and continue watching the game in anger...

The game is finally over and... well Preston's team won 3:2. What? Oh noo..am I owing the coach an apology now?

Fuck.

LAYLA: They won? They won!!

SOFIA: Unbelievable...how??!

LAYLA: Oh shit...you have to apologise to the coach.

SOFIA: I'm not gonna do that.

LAYLA: Oh..you have to cause you thought he was stupid and...what's the word? Blind?! Is it?

SOFIA: Whatever...I'm not apologising to that asshole. Matter of fact, I'm leaving. I'll see you in the car.

And so I left to wait for Layla in my car...

It's been thirty minutes and she hasn't come yet...I keep calling her phone till I see her coming over with my 'Preston' and the kid that's good in playing. Why? But behind them is...fuck! The coach! Why is he coming over too??

LAYLA: Hey...they're done...little 'Marv' here left his cleats in Preston's bag which happens to be in your car. So open the boot.

SOFIA: Wait...why is..is...'he's here...

LAYLA: Oh..apparently...that's marv's uncle.

SOFIA: WHAT!

Layla smiled and ignored me to get marv's things from the boot...

PRESTOPRestoPRESTON: Hey aunt os S ofiaofa