Page 124 of Hot Four Teacher
I know that will get her. That phone of hers is practically an extra appendage. There’s no way she’ll risk giving it up.
I’ve got news for her. I might take it anyway.
Before I take a seat on the couch, I fix myself a cup of coffee.
Eve walks out and sees what I’m doing. “Can I have some of that?"
“You can have coffee after we talk.”
She sits down, pulling her knees to her chest and waiting to hear what I have to say.
Not caring if I make her wait, I take my time. And when I finally sit next to her, I take a few slow sips just to make her wait even longer.
She decides to speak first. “Mom, I’m really so–”
I cut her off. “Eve, what the hell were you thinking?”
“This cute guy added me on Snapchat. We seemed to have a lot in common. I told him things that I liked, and he happened to like all the same things.”
I stop her. “Eve, did you ever think that maybe he was just telling you he liked those things, so he could get closer to you.”
She chews on her cheek. “No. I thought he really liked me. I was excited that an older guy was into me. Or any guy for that matter.”
‘What do you mean?” I ask.
“I mean I seem to repel boys like the plague. Ever since last year when I wouldn’t put out, guys at my school don’t want anything to do with me. Mom, my own dad doesn’t want to spend time with me.”
I knew we weren’t out of the woods on that subject. I fucking hate that man.
“Sweetheart, I know what your dad did was awful, but that’s not a reflection on you.”
“It feels like it is.”
“Eve, I bet you dollars to doughnuts that in a few years, when things get hard with that new family, he’s going to leave. He’s always done that. Doesn’tmatter if it’s with girls, jobs, or his kid. That’s just who he is.”
“I know, but that doesn’t make it suck any less.”
“No, it doesn’t. But it also doesn’t give you a pass to go off the deep end. If you do something stupid every time your dad does, we are going to have a problem.”
“I know. I just wanted to have some fun.”
I set my hand on top of hers. “I know all about having fun. In my teenage years, I had my fair share. My fun led to you.”
“I’m not ready to have sex,” she tells me.
“Then, how about you don’t go to a frat party where they’re probably expecting it.”
“I just…I don’t know.”
“Eve, do you know how dangerous what you did was? You could have–” My voice gets caught in my throat.
“Mom, I know–”
“No, you don’t. Eve, it’s one thing if you decided to have sex with someone you like. What could’ve happened last night was completely different. I know you’re going to do dumb teenage stuff, but you have to have at least a speck of common sense.”
The more I talk, the angrier I get. Every scenario that could’ve happened flashes through my head, and I’m not ready to stop bitching her out.
“At some point, you have to understand your actions have consequences.” I pause for coffee. “What I don’t understand is you and I have always had a pretty good relationship. But you go through thesephases of completely shutting me out. I want to be able to trust my kid.”
