Title: What! What's She Doing Here?

Ivan POV

That idiot! How dare she talk to me in that manner? Me? I don't have brain? Like what the heck.

"You should be grateful that she didn't tell you your d*ck is like a pencil, that would've been more embarrassing, right?" My subconscious mind yelled at me, and I scoffed out loudly, and glared at the direction where she went, before I turned and walked into the natatorium.

"Finally, you're here." Coach breathed out, as soon as I walked inside.

"Good morning coach, sorry I came late, I was taking care of something back at home, that I lost track of time....