Page 69 of Hot Four Teacher
“Just, uh…murder. Lots of murder.”
Dane was right. I am an awful liar.
She gives me an odd look and says, “Maybe chill out on the true crime a little. I think it’s frying your brain. What else did you do?”
“I hung out with Aunt Liz for a while.”
There you go. That’s a good one.
“Hm. I saw her a couple hours ago, and she said she hadn’t seen you lately.”
Damn.
“Did I say Liz? I meant Leah.”
“Oh, okay.”
Phew.
“What did you guys do?” She asks.
“We played Bingo.”
What?
“Bingo?”
“Just kidding. You know, we hung out. Sat around, shooting the shit.”
“Mom, are you okay? Have you been drinking or something?”
“Uh, no. I took a late nap, and I’m just a little out of sorts.”
“Okay.” That seems to appease her because she continues eating her peanut butter crackers in silence.
“Have you enjoyed your weekend with no soccer?” I ask, trying to divert her attention again.
“I’m not going to lie–it’s been nice, but I think I’m ready to get back to it tomorrow. The new coach has me pretty excited.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s so good about him? Is he another parent?”
She mentioned to me that they had a new coach, but she’s been so exhausted that she hasn't given me many details.
“No, he’s the new history teacher, Mr. Miller. He listens to us and takes our opinions into account.”
“Wow. That’s achange of pace.”
“I know. I’m excited to see how our next game goes. Hopefully, we can stop sucking so bad.”
“Oh, you guys don’t suck,” I begin, but she quickly cuts me off.
“Mom, save it. We’ve been awful, but I think we all like Mr. Miller and will be better under him. We’re already playing more like a real team. Also, I’m pretty sure a few of the girls on the team think he’s hot.”
“Oh, yeah? Do you think he’s a hottie?”
She waves her peanut butter knife in the air as she talks. “Number one, don’t say hottie. It’s just weird coming out of your mouth. And number two, no, I don’t think so. He’s not really my type.”
I’ve seen her type. I think maybe she should find a new one.
