Possessive Coach

“Throw!” I hiss as the girls, and they start chucking.

They’re not great at it. Sara misses a few times before she manages to get the hang of it. Chloe is more of a natural, putting backspin on the roll to make sure the paper flies out as it soars through the air. We loop the rolls through the biggest tree a few times, making sure to get it as high as possible, before moving on to the other smaller trees and the bushes.

I hear something shake and look over at Sara takes the spray paint from her bag.

“Sara,” I hiss, but she ignores me.

She walks to the front door. Chloe stands next to me and we both watch as Sara sprays the words “Erik Is A Bitch” across the front door. When she’s done, she throws the can into a bush and turns to us. She gives a little bow and Chloe stifles a laugh.

“Come on,” I say. “We’d better go.”

A light suddenly snaps on inside the building. I grab Chloe’s hand and pull her away.

“HEY!” someone yells from a window. I don’t recognize the voice, but it doesn’t matter. I yank Chloe behind me as we sprint away, hurrying back to the sidewalk and down toward the truck. “HEY, STOP! I’M CALLING THE COPS!” Sara comes sprinting up beside us, laughing her head off, her mask pulled down over her face.

We reach my truck and they jump in the passenger side as I get behind the wheel. I turn it on, put it into gear, and drive off.

The girls crack up. They laugh with a mix of real joy and relief. We almost got caught, almost got fucked, but we made it out of there. And we covered that front yard in toilet paper.

I drive around for a little bit, taking the long way to the other side of campus, before slowing down and stopping in front of their apartment.

“The spray paint was a nice touch,” I say.

“Thank you,” Sara says.

“Your handwriting with it was surprisingly good,” Chloe says.

“Oh, well, I’ve had practice.” Sara grins but doesn’t elaborate. “Thanks for the ride, David.”

“Sure thing, ladies. Can’t have you two walking around LA looking like old-timey burglars.”

Sara opens the door and slips out, but Chloe doesn’t move. Sara looks back at her then grins.

“You coming?” she asks.

Chloe shakes her head and looks at me. “I want to come back with you,” she says.

I nod once. “Then you can.”

“Have a nice night, you two,” Sara says, slams the door shut, and runs back up into their apartment.

I stare at Chloe for a long moment. “Feel better?” I ask, my voice soft.

She bites her lip. “Not as much as I thought,” she says. “But yeah, a little bit. I think I do.”

I laugh and reach out. I grab her hair and pull her to me, kissing her tight. I taste her lips and tongue and feel my heart beat hard in my chest as my desire whirls up all around me. Fucking hell, I want this girl, I want her bad.

“Come on,” I growl and start driving back to my place.

I’m proud of her. As I drive back to my apartment, I realize that I really am proud. She took it upon herself to get revenge on that fucking asshole, and even though she did it in a petty and childish manner, I’m still proud. I got my own little revenge earlier, and now this toilet paper and spray paint feels like the cherry on top of a very unsatisfying cake.

Erik deserves worse. And he’s going to get it. But for now, I’m going to savor this victory with Chloe.14ChloeI felt like I was high off something as we hurried up into his apartment. He shut the door behind us and flipped on the light. I ignored the Godfather poster and flopped down onto his couch with a sigh. He grins at me and tilts his head, leaning up against the kitchen counter. “You okay?” he asks.

“Fine. That was such a rush.” I stretch and turn my face toward the TV. The clock on the cable box says it’s just after one. “I’m not even tired.”

“Good.” I hear glasses clink and look over as he opens a bottle of something brown. I laugh as he pours two drinks and brings them over. “You got class tomorrow?”

“I do.”

“Then I shouldn’t keep you up too late.”

“Oh, no,” I say, shaking my head. “Keep me as long as you want.” I take a glass from him and sip it. It’s warm but smoky and delicious, and I sit up and kick my feet up onto the coffee table.

He sits down next to me with a sigh and takes a long sip. He closes his eyes for a second then opens them again. “That was very dumb,” he says.