Free Acting On Temptation (Temptations) by SM Donaldson Page A

sit your asses down.  Now I reviewed the tape from yesterday and as much as I think what I suspect is true I can’t prove it.  So everyone is going to play nice and get along.  Skylar every damn day I see you, you’ve had the hell beat out of you.  So stop doing whatever you’re doing.  Do you wanna tell me what happened?”
    Skylar scoffs, “No.”              
    Jason speaks up, “I will, Anna Lewis kic ked the shit out of him yesterday in the tunnel.  But he deserved it. He was saying things that aren’t nice to say about girls and they were lies.  Then I found out he slapped her the night before.  So he should be glad that he was already limping away from the tunnel when she told me or else I’d have finished his ass off.  Oh and all of us really know that you did let Russ get hit on purpose you prick.  So not only did you try to sabotage a teammate you tried to sabotage our entire team you dick.”
                  Skylar looks over at Jason with a cocky grin, “Whatever you wanna think.  You shouldn’t worry about me and what I do or your girlfriend’s big mouth.”
                  Jason goes to stand up but Coach stops him.  Coach takes off his hat and rubs his head out of frustration, “Skylar, you just be damn glad your Daddy’s last name is on a building here or I’d kick your ass off this team in a damn heartbeat.  Now, since regardless if yesterday was on purpose or not, which I suspect it was, you still failed at your job on the field. Now, dress out and go run the rocks.”
                  Skylar bolts up, “What the hell?  I wasn’t the only one who made mistakes on the field.”
                  Coach got right in his face, “Yeah, but you’re the only one who has no remorse, who is a privileged little prick, who slaps girls and then gets the shit kicked out of his self by them.  So GO RUN THE DAMN ROCKS! BEFORE I QUIT MY JOB JUST SO I CAN KICK YOUR ASS MYSELF!”
                  We all sit there in silence for a few minutes it seems like. Meanwhile Skylar slams shit around in his locker.  Once he leaves the room everyone bursts out laughing.  Coach tries not to but he even chuckles a little, “Alright, guys let’s not let this mess up our game, Russ will be out for a couple of weeks to make sure his shoulder heals properly, so Cade and Jason you will be picking up some slack.  I want you guys to go home get some rest and have a good Sunday.  Oh, and make sure you boys call your Momma’s, I’m sure since yesterday’s game was televised they all wanna make sure you’re okay.  Russ, I need you in my office.”
                  I stand up and look at Linc.  Linc sits down outside Coach’s door, while I go in.  “Have a seat Russ.  I want you to know I feel like a real shit that I don’t have enough to kick that little shit off my team.  Doc, myself and several of the other coaches reviewed the tape and reviewed it last night and where we could see what he did, there isn’t enough to prove it.  Especially to a university that loves getting his Daddy’s money.”
                  I nod, “Coach, what if I had some proof that he’s not eligible to play at all?”
                  He leans forward, “I’m listening.”
                  “Linc come in here and bring that folder.”  Once Linc walks in he shuts the door and lays the folder on Coach’s desk.
                  Coach opens the folder and starts reading.  He looks up at me, “How did you boys get this?”
                  I look at him, “Well, we all went to the same school.  He was just as big of a prick then. We knew his Daddy bought his way in here.  Because hell the dickhead can barely read, so we knew he didn’t take the SAT or have the grades to get here.  So, before we moved here we did a little recon work at the school. Some of the advisors there