Denying The Bad Boy (Tattooed and Pierced #2) Read Online Free Page A

their
sorry asses out of bed and busted their balls in practice.
    Coach ran his hand over his buzzed dark hair. Alex
knew something was wrong for him to look almost hesitant. “Listen, I’ve seen
that you’re slacking in your studies, and have fallen under the grade point
average that is required for you to play with the team.”
    Shit.
    Alex knew he was slacking in some of his classes, but
the last time he checked he was passing them all, at least he thought he was.
Clearly he had been wrong. Although this was his fourth and final year at OSU
before he could graduate with a Bachelor’s degree in Sports Therapy, he had
only been thinking about exactly that: this was his final year. He hadn’t even
realized he had been fucking up so much that he was now at risk of getting
kicked off of the team. “Shit.”
    “Listen, this is totally out of my hands. You know
the rules the university requires for all players, and the fact you need to
keep your grade point average at an optimal level in order to stay on the
team.” Coach started pacing in front of him. “Alex, I have to put you on
probation until you bring your average up.”
    Anger built deep inside of Alex even though this was
totally his doing.
    “Are you fucking serious?” His voice was raised, but
Coach didn’t even blink at his outburst. “You want to put me on probation?”
Alex was now the one pacing. Football had been his life for as long as he could
remember, and in one fucking semester he had fucked it all up. Yeah, he had
read the rules which he had to follow if he wanted to stay on the team, but
fuck he hadn’t actually thought this would happen. “How the fuck did this
happen?” It was an empty question, more for himself than anything else, but he
said it regardless.
    “Alex, this isn’t anyone’s doing but yours. You know
how strict the University is about this, and it pains me to have to suspend you
seeing as you’re one hell of a player, but my hands are tied on this. All I can
say is get your average up at midterms, and then when that happens I’ll throw
you back in the games. Go talk to the academic advisor and see what you need to
do, and maybe get someone to tutor your ass so you can get your grade point
average up.” Coach slapped him on the back and walked away, cutting off any
further conversation, and not bothering to hide his disappointment. Fuck, he
was disappointed in himself.
    Well,
motherfucking shit.
    ****
    “What time are you coming in?” Mary held her cell
phone between her shoulder and ear and adjusted her shoulder bag. She kept her
exasperated sigh to herself at hearing Margo’s clipped words. Her sister’s
normally snotty attitude was to the nth degree with her upcoming wedding.
    “Margo, that’s like a month away.” Her sister didn’t
bother hiding her frustrated sigh.
    “Listen, I am trying to plan when the bridesmaids
are coming, and I need you tell me if you’ll be here any earlier. It isn’t like
you have anything else to do that weekend, or any weekend for that matter.” Bitch . “Mom’s having dinner Friday
night, so I know you’ll be there, but are you coming up any earlier?”
    Mary gritted her teeth, biting back a smart-assed
retort. Just one more month of Bridezilla and all of this will be done.
    “Why don’t you just tell me when you want me there
and I’ll work my schedule around you .”
Mary made sure to add a bite to the last part, because frankly she was sick of
this high and mighty act that Margo put on. It was like the world would stop
rotating if things didn’t go her way, and at twenty-three her older sister
should have grown up a little bit.
    “I need you at Mom’s no later than nine in the
morning on the sixteenth, all right?”
    “Yeah.” Margo rattled off a few more things, but by then Mary wasn’t paying attention.
“I’m at work, so I got to go.” She hung up before Margo could add another ten
things she wanted Mary to do before the wedding and picked up her pace.