Page 33 of Hot Four Teacher
She turns our direction, wearing a huge smile. A massive wave of pride washes over me. I’ve seen my daughter score countless goals, but it never gets old watching her shine.
After she scores, though, the rest of the game goes terribly. They get demolished.
This year, the team has a new coach since their old one got pregnant and ended up leaving the school entirely. Ever since then, things haven’t been going well.
When the game’s over, the three of us wait by the parking lot for Eve to finish up.
Soon enough, she comes stomping towards us, obviously not happy with the results of the game.
“Hey, sweets,” I greet as she gets to us.
All I get is a glare.
“You okay?” I ask.
“No.”
“Well, if it helps, you were awesome out there.”
“Yeah, and everyone else sucked,” she grumbles.
I sigh. “We will work on our sportsmanship later.”
“Let me rephrase. All of us suck because the coach won’t get her head out of her ass.”
Leaning in, I mutter, “Let’s watch the language…at least in front of Grandma.”
Ronnie nudges our mom, “Oh, she doesn’t care. She’s the coolest grandma in town.”
“And probably the youngest,” I say. Looking at my mom, I add, “Just saying what you were thinking.”
Ronnie turns her attention to Eve, “Actually, Eve-a-licious, Grandma has something she wants to ask you.”
“Is it if I like the name Eve-a-licious? Because the answer is no.”
Ronnie pushes her hair out of her face. “Man, teenagers are mean.”
Mom steps in. “Eve, I was wondering if you wanted to come stay the night on Friday. Grandpa will be working, but I was thinking we could have a girls’ night. Maybe we go out to dinner and go shopping.”
Confusion is written all over Eve’s face, and I worry she’s going to ask a bunch of questions. I have zero answers prepared.
But she doesn’t ask any. She just says, “Okay. That sounds fun.”
Eve asks me, “Can we please go grab some dinner? I’m starving.”
I say, “Yeah, let’s go.”
She quickly gives her grandma and aunt hugs before heading for the car.
Ronnie wraps her arms around me, catching me off-guard since she rarely hugs me. She whispers in my ear, “You’re welcome for my awesome plan.”
“I didn’t say thank you,” I sarcastically reply.
“I know. I was speaking directly to your vagina. I’m sure she will be thanking meverysoon.”
Chapter twelve
Girl Problems Don't Scare Me
