Besides, there’s nothing wrong with having a few beers with my teammates.
Frankly, I could use a night out like that.
This season has been stressful as fuck.
And I don’t know how long before anything is going to get any better.
Chapter
Forty
Jayne
I’m downstairs early, anxious for Kelly to arrive and take me to work. I’ve barely come out of my room the last two days and last night I couldn’t even talk to Bodi because he went out after the game. I feel terrible that my dad benched him and I’m trying to decide whether or not I should say something about it when my Dad comes into the kitchen.
“Jayne. A moment please.”
I pull in a shaky breath and stiffen my spine.
“Yes?” I glance over my shoulder and meet his gaze without hesitation.
“Have a seat.”
“No, thank you. Kelly will be here any minute—she’s taking me to work.”
“Call and cancel. Tell her I’ll be giving you a ride today.”
“She’s probably already on the way and?—”
“Jayne!” He glares at me, eyes hardening. “Could you just do what I tell you?”
My lips tighten, and I yank out my phone, sending Kelly a quick, apologetic text.
“And tell her you’re not coming in today.”
My head snaps up. “Why on earth not?”
“Because I have to talk to you, and I need you here.”
“Dad, I have to go to work or I risk failing this semester.”
“It’s one day, Jayne. Relax.” He pours himself a cup of coffee.
I reluctantly text Kelly the updated information and she replies quickly.
KELLY: Should I be worried?
JAYNE: I don’t know. He’s being weird.
KELLY: Keep me posted, please.
JAYNE: I will. Sorry about all this.
KELLY: Don’t worry about me, just take care of yourself.
I stuff my phone in my pocket just as Lourdes comes in.
“Did you show her?” she asks without preamble.
