Page 82 of Hot Four Teacher
I look back at her. “What do you mean?”
“I mean what is the big deal about you and Dane dating? And don’t give me the same bullshit as last time. That’s all semantics.”
“It’s all just too messy,” I tell her.
“I get it. Kind of. Not really.”
That’s because Ronnie has never really cared about anybody more than herself. Okay, that’s not true. She cares about her boyfriend and his sonmore than I’ve ever seen her care about anyone. But I wouldn’t say our situations are the same.
“Ronnie, do you remember a few months ago, those kids were being mean to Colton, and you were ready to go over and threaten their parents until they got their kids under control?”
“Yeah.”
“You had this crazy momma bear come out.”
She shrugs. “I guess.”
“This is my momma bear coming out in full force to protect my daughter. I don’t want to make her life harder…especially for something that I don’t know is serious. I can’t do that to her.”
“Okay, so don’t tell her until you figure out if something serious will come of it.”
She makes it sound so easy. While that part can maybe work out, there’s still Dane’s job to think about.
Ronnie’s phone starts ringing, and I thank the lord that we can pause this conversation.
She answers the phone and talks for a second before telling me, “Mom says she’s been trying to call you.”
“Sorry. I’ve been busy.”And trying to avoid you.
“She says we’re doing family dinner tomorrow. Six o’clock. Don’t be late.”
Before I can say a word, she keeps reiterating the message from our mother. “Jo is in town, and I haven’t had all five of my kids together in months. You and Eve better be here, or all of us will pack up in the car and come to your house. Don’t test me, Michelle.”
I give an exasperated sigh. “Fine.”
Ronnie hangs up the phone and says, “I swear our mother could be an interrogator for the CIA.”
“No joke.”
Both of our attentions are pulled to a couple of women next to us.
One of them says, “What do you think of the new coach?”
“As a coach? He’s good. As a man? I want to sit on his face.”
“Girl, yes! Look at those muscles on him. I bet he is a freak in the sheets.”
Ronnie and I exchange a couple of glances while listening to the woman go back and forth talking about all the dirty things they want to do to Dane.
I’m not sure how to describe how I’m feeling right now. Is it jealousy because I don’t like them drooling over him? Is it smugness because Iknowhow he is in bed? Or sadness that I’m not going to get to experience it again?
I think it’s a combination of all three.
Thankfully, one of the women’s husbands shows up, and they have to put their conversation on hold.
Toward the end of the first half, I pull out my phone to see a text from Dane. I have no idea when he sent it considering I’ve been constantly staring at him.
You’re looking sexy up there in the bleachers.
