“There’s more,” I murmur, the weight of my words pressing down on me. This could be the thing that cancels everything. If it is, I’ll gladly stay a scout so Dylan can play.
“Christ Dawson, hit me with it.”
I stand and start to pace, knowing when I tell him it’s going to be all over. “I kissed her.” His response comes immediately.
“You what?!” His shock is evident even through the phone.
“I kissed her. She’s…” I pause, not knowing what to say. Then it gushes out of me like word vomit. “She’s sexy as hell, smart, and sassy, but I kept my distance ‘cause we’re going to be step-siblings. But then she took that helmet off at the championship game and I kissed her. She slapped me.”
“Fucking hell, Matthew, is she at least of age?”
“Yes, sir, she’s eighteen.”
“Alright, umm, is it gonna happen again?”
“Can’t say for sure. She’s pretty pissed off.”
“I imagine.” He sighs. “Okay, yeah, it’ll be fine. She’s of age, you’re of age. You’re not technically faculty, so...” His voice trails off, clearly trying to wrap his head around the situation. “We’ll be fine. Get your resume sent over, and I’ll take it to the dean and get you hired.”
“Okay. Thank you, sir.”
I hang up and flop onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. Holy shit, I’m gonna be the assistant coach at CSU.
Chapter 9
Ford
“Hey man, are you ready?”
“Yeah, just give me two minutes to brush my teeth,” Jacob shouts from the bathroom. When shit went down at school, we came back to my house. Jacob ended up spending the night, and he’s been here since. It’s been a few days and we’re dying from not seeing Dylan.
We’ve not heard from her since the day Holly picked her up from school. She’s been pretty much radio silent since then, only sending the bare minimum responses in text.
Then, last night, she finally messaged us. In the group chat, she told us that her mother had been whisked away on a trip to a resort by her soon-to-be stepdad. Apparently, her mom was so stressed out by Dylan’s behavior, and the lies she’d been telling, that she needed an immediate escape. It was almost midnight, but we didn’t care—we were ready to head straight to her house right then, but it was decided we should wait until today.
Her mom’s a fucking bitch. Instead of being proud of her daughter, and supporting Dylan as she chases her dreams, she’s adamant about stifling them. Dylan’s proven how amazing of a lacrosse player she is by being able to compete with the boys.
I unplug my phone from the charger and quickly find our group chat.
Me: We’re on our way over Kitty.
I’ve barely sent the message when I see the tiny circle with her picture in it appear and the dots begin to bounce up and down on the screen.
Dyl: Ok
Dyl: I have soooooo much to tell the two of you when you get here.
Me: About?
Dyl: Matthew.
Me: Give us like thirty, waiting on Jacob to finish taking a shit.
“What the hell, Ford!” he shouts from the bathroom and I double over laughing before I see him quickly replying in the chat.
Jacob: Don’t believe that asshole. I’m brushing my teeth. Something he should do too since his breath smells like a litter box.
Me: That’s not what you said when you tongued me earlier :)
