My Teach.
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I’m on a football high.
The Panthers won the game, and I broke a Copper Grove record for most passing yards in a bowl game. A scout from The New York Nighthawks congratulated me after the game and introduced himself.
We talked briefly about my goals for the second semester and if I’d ever thought about relocating to the New York area. Of course, I said “hell yes” I’ve thought about it. After that conversation, I’m feeling really optimistic about my chances of New York being my forever home.
“Let’s go to The Links to celebrate,“ I tell my family. “I’m in the mood for pork.”
“They’re open on Christmas Day?” Willow asks, still very much oblivious to the wonders of Copper Grove life outside of campus.
“Yeah, for the kids who don’t get to go home on Christmas. They need Christmas dinner too and the cafeteria food ain’t cutting it.”
“Of course, I didn’t think of that.”
“That’s why you have me, Teach, to do all the thinking for you.”
“How do you put up with his extra large sized ego?” my sister Linda asks Willow. “Seriously, I’m fascinated.”
“I don’t take it too seriously. He knows the truth.”
“And what truth is that, darlin’?” I stare at her cleavage, imagining how my lips will wrap around one of her nipples tonight.
“You wouldn’t have even played in today’s game if it wasn’t for me.”
“How so?” Linda anxiously asks. “Oh, do tell!”
“I’m your brother’s tutor. That’s how we met.”
When we walk into the cafe, we’re greeted by Miss Gina and she looks quite happy to see us, or let me say, she’s happy to see one of her favorite customers–me.
I’ve been eating here regularly since I was a freshman because the cooking is always delicious and the friendliness of the staff and patrons reminds me a lot of being at home.
“Hey, everybody, our quarterback has entered the building!” she announces.
A few people cheer as the rest of the restaurant stands and claps. Miss Gina has never done something like that before, but today was a big win for the school, so it’s expected.
“That was an exceptional game today, honey. Me and the hubby watched it on CBS and I even had it playing in the cafe for everyone to enjoy as well.”
“Aww, thanks, Miss Gina.”
“And I take it this is your lovely family?”
I make brief introductions out of respect, because Miss Gina has taken good care of me during my time at the school.
“Dinner is on me for getting us the win,” she tells us.
“You don’t have to do that,” my mom says amazed with Miss Gina’s generosity.
“Of course I do. It’s Christmas and your son delivered our little community a great win we’ll remember long after he’s gone to the big leagues.”
Before we’re seated, Miss Gina pulls Willow to the side and says a few words to her under her breath. Once we sit down and my family is deciding on their order, I’m too curious not to ask.
“What did she say to you?”
“She just asked if I ever found my hottie?”
