I finally took pity on my poor bathtub, rinsed it out, and hung up my teal rubber gloves for the night. I crawled into bed and was able to settle down after reminding myself that Nick got some great pictures of Oakley eating dinner and laughing with a woman named Ruth who completely embodied the word grandma. And surprisingly, Oakley bounced back from the incident rather quickly. He really shined with all of the residents and looked like he was enjoying himself. Brooke, however, looked a little pale the rest of the afternoon. Even though she didn’t really care for me and I may have indirectly scarred her for life, I didn’t think she would write something about Oakley that might affect his willingness to sleep with her. So at least I had that going for me.

My phone rang, and I quickly answered it, forgetting to check the caller ID. “Amanda Matthews,” Coach Howard’s booming voice said. Why was he calling me so late at night?

I pulled the phone away from my ear with a wince. “Hey, Coach. How are you?”

“Not so good, actually,” he grumbled. Shit. Did Brooke release the article already? Was it bad? I was mentally doing damage control when he continued. “I need you to come with us to Oklahoma, Miss Matthews.”

Oklahoma? All I knew about Oklahoma was that it was where that crazy Tiger King dude lived. I watched that show and made a decision to never go there. “Why?”

“We play Oklahoma University this upcoming weekend. Last time we went on a trip, Oakley slept with the head cheerleader from the opposing team and caused quite a social media stink.”

“Why? It’s not the first time he’s slept with someone from the opposing school.”

“No. But it’s the first time that the head cheerleader was engaged to the quarterback, and photos of them...doing things...were leaked.” I let out a sigh but welcomed the reminder that Oakley wasn’t a good guy. It was easy to forget when he looked like a fucking Greek god. “If we could avoid any scandals, I think it’ll boost ticket sales for our first home game.”

I closed my eyes and let out a slow breath of air. I didn’t want to go to fucking Oklahoma. And I definitely didn’t want to spend my weekend watching Oakley chase pussy. “I don’t know—”

“Dr. Haynes reached out to me this morning,” Coach Howard interrupted me. I knew with complete certainty that this was the beginning of a threat. My grade was still very much in his hands, and if I didn’t go, I just knew the report would be bad.

“Send me the information, and I’ll be there,” I replied.

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