Page 138 of Hot Four Teacher
“Hey!” I shout. “Freeze! We need to talk.”
“Oh, you want to talk? I’m sorry I can’t understand you without my coach’s tongue shoved down your throat.”
“Okay, I know that was a big shock to you. You weren’t supposed to see that.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
“Hey!” I yell again. “I know you’re pissed, but I’m still your mom.”
“You’re damn sure not acting like it. What kind of mom goes around making out with her kid’s coach?”
“It’s not like we are just making out, Eve. Dane and I–”
“Dane? You’re on a first name basis with him?” She walks toward me. “Exactly, how long has this been going on?”
I consider lying, but I know that’s probably not the best idea right now. I should just show all my cards.
“It’s been going on since before he became your coach.”
“What? Mom, that was months ago!” She gets a shocked look on her face. “Oh my God! You guys are doing it, aren’t you?”
“Well, I don’t exactly like to put it like that,” I begin.
“Gross!”
“Don’t say gross. There is nothing gross about it. It’s actually–”
She points her finger at me. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”
“Eve, we wanted to tell you, but we knew it was all so complicated. Dane and I met in a bar and hit it off. It wasn’t until we’d been seeing each other for a while that I found out he was your teacher and your coach. We tried to stop, but at that point, we were pretty crazy about each other.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“In all fairness, look how you’re acting. I wasn’t too far off in thinking that you wouldn’t handle the news well.”
“I’m not handling the news well because I had to find out like that. I had to find out by seeing you sucking face with him while I was with my friends. Do you know how humiliating that is?”
“I’m sorry, Eve. I didn’t want you to find out like this. I was actually going to tell you tonight.”
She rolls her eyes. “Sure you were.”
“I’m serious. I was going to tell you at dinner.”
“Oh, I see. You were going to butter me up with my favorite food in hopes that I wouldn’t be so mad.”
I look down at the ground. “Well, when you say it like that, it doesn’t sound great.”
“Newsflash–none of this sounds great!” She starts pacing back and forth. “Oh my God. Is that why he made me captain? Because he’s sleeping with my mom?”
“Of course not. Dane wouldn’t show favoritism like that. You got the captain spot before he knew I was your mom.”
She doesn’t say anything, so I go on. “Eve, I realize that the way you found out is not ideal. But for months now, you’ve been telling me you want me to be happy. Hell, the night he brought you home, you even said that you wished I could find someone like Dane.”
“Mom, I was drunk. I didn’t mean for you to actually findhim.”
“Honey, for the first time in a very long time, I’m really happy. Dane makes me that happy. Don’t you want that for me?”
She thinks for a minute, and I wonder if we are about to have some sort of breakthrough, but she just says, “I don’t want you to date him.”
