“How’s everything else going? Are kids being nice? Did you make any new friends?”
I tell my mom about Jamal, Kate, and Lucy. We chat a little more about how she likes her new position. After a while, my mom lets out a big yawn.
“Okay, old woman, it’s time for you to go to bed.”
My mom swats at me playfully.
“Okay, I’m going.”
She gives me a kiss on the cheek then heads upstairs.
Kate managed to schedule another interview with a football player after practice today. She and I are waiting in room 205 for him to arrive. She hasn’t scheduled interviews with the three king assholes yet. When she does, I definitely don’t want to be around. Lucy couldn’t stay. She’s covering a shift for a co-worker. Kate’s cell phone rings.
“Hello,” says Kate.
“Ms. Hendricks, I have an interview scheduled this afternoon.” She listens to the person on the other end of the phone.
“Okay, fine.” She removes her cell phone from her ear. “My foster mother wants me to pick up her daughter from dance class. She’s been called into an emergency meeting at work. Can you do the interview by yourself?”
“Sure.”
“I scheduled Cody Waters for 5:00 p.m. so he should be here in a few minutes.”
“You can count on me, ma’am,” I say as I salute her.
She laughs as she walks out the door, “Thanks for this.”
“No problem,” I reply.
It’s 5:20 p.m. and he still hasn’t arrived. If he’s not here in ten minutes, I’m leaving. I’m playing a game on my cell phone when I hear the door open.
Speak of the devil.
I click the game off I’ve been playing on my cell phone, putting it inside my book bag before glancing at the door.
“What the fuck are you doing here? I’m supposed to be interviewing Cody Waters.”
There’s no way I would’ve agreed to interview Maverick Carter.
He nonchalantly shrugs his shoulder. “Cody couldn’t make it, so I volunteered. You should be happy I graced you with my presence.”
“I don’t have time for your shit. Kate will have to interview you herself,” I say, standing up.
I grab my book bag with every intention of leaving the room.
Maverick is blocking the door, so I step to the right, but he steps with me. I step to the left, but he follows.
“Get the fuck out of my way Maverick.”
He reaches behind him to lock the door.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
His hair is still wet from the shower he took after football practice. The black shirt he’s wearing is hugging his muscular chest and his gray basketball shorts are showcasing his defined legs.
“I want you to suck my dick.”
“Excuse me?”
