Page 121 of Hot Four Teacher
He now lets go of her like her skin electrocuted him. ”Hey, I had no idea. She said she was 21.”
“Does she look 21?” I ask, getting in his face.
“I don’t know, man. Look, if there’s grass on the field, you play ball.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This guy must be the dumbest kid alive.
I take a step towards him.
“Here’s the deal. You have two seconds to get the fuck away from her before I not only kick your ass but call the cops to raid this place every single night. And guess what? Fifteen will get you twenty.”
One of the guy’s friends says, “Come on, bro. Let’s go inside. We don’t want any trouble.”
I take another step toward him. “No. You really don’t.”
He thinks for a moment, trying to figure out if he wants to take this any further. Ultimately, though, he turns to go back inside.
On the way, he mutters, “She’s not even that cute anyway.”
It takes everything in me not to punch this dude square in his face. Instead, I decide to get Eve out of here.
“Come on,” I say, setting my hand on her shoulder. “Let’s go.”
As we are walking back to my truck, Eve asks, “So, how much trouble am I in?”
“Well, I can tell you you’ll be running a shit ton of laps on Monday, but aside from that, I can’t say.”
“Any way we can keep this between us?”
I give her some side eye. “What do you think?”
She sighs. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
I get her wobbly self buckled into the truck and then get into the driver's seat. Before I start driving,I say, “Tell me if you’re going to puke. I’ll pull over because I don’t want it in my truck.”
She gives me a thumbs up. “Aye, aye, coach.”
She adjusts her crop top and mini skirt. I’m guessing the clothes aren’t hers. I doubt Michelle would let her leave the house like this. Then again, Michelle didn’t know Eve was at a college party instead of at her friend’s house.
Teenagers.
Teaching them is hard enough. I can’t imagine raising them.
I reach into the backseat to hand her one of my jackets because it’s clear she’s uncomfortable.
“Thanks,” she mumbles.
“What were you drinking?” I ask as we start driving.
“I don’t know. That guy gave me something.”
“You drank something from someone you didn’t know? What if he had put something in it?”
She doesn’t respond.
Maybe I shouldn’t be having this conversation right here, but I’ll tell you I would read the riot act to any of my students who did something like this. That’s not going to change just because I’m dating her mom. I’m not going to coddle her.
“Eve, you’re a tremendously smart girl, but this was so stupid. What would have happened if I hadn’t seen you? Do you think you could have fought those guys off?” The thought makes me sick.
