Page 36 of Surrender
“The boy’s lying.”
“I’m not a fucking boy, and I’m not lying,” Dallis seethed.
“Language, Mr. Banks,” Mrs. Coe scolded. She then turned her attention to Colbie. “Ms. Morris,wasCoach Porter assaulting you?”
“He grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let go,” she told her.
Colbie watched as Mrs. Coe turned those sharp eyes to the coach. “Why were you in her room in the first place?”
“I just needed to talk to her.”
“About?”
When he didn’t answer, Mrs. Coe turned her attention to Colbie and repeated the question.
“One of his players is failing my class. Making him ineligible to play. He wanted me to change his grade.”
The look the principal swung on the coach made Colbie shudder, and she wasn’t even the one receiving it. Those eyes held promises of things that would not be liked.
“Ms. Morris, I’m truly sorry that this happened to you. Would you like to press charges?”
Colbie thought about it for a moment. He had only grabbed her arm, and even if Dallis hadn’t come along, she doubted he would have done anything else. There was no way she was willing to believe that he was stupid enough to do anything to her on school grounds.
“No,” Colbie stated, shaking her head. “I don’t see a need to.”
“Alright,” Mrs. Coe responded. “You may go.”
Colbie glanced at Dallis, seeing him tilt his head ever so slightly as his jaw clenched tighter.
Rising from her seat, she made her way out of the office and the school building. Getting into her car, Colbie contemplated waiting for Dallis, but he had wanted her to go home. At least, that was what she took from it. On top of that, it would draw too much attention if she waited on him. Though she could claim she was checking on her student. If further questions were asked, she wouldn’t know how to answer them.
So, instead of waiting, she started her car and headed out of the parking lot to her house. Her Thanksgiving vacation had definitely just started with a bang.
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Dallis sat in the main area of the front office. He was waiting for whatever parent was supposed to be coming. As he waited, he could hear Mrs. Coe ripping Coach Porter a new one. She was not at all quiet about it. From the words he could put together, he gathered that she was suspending him until further notice, and the school board would make a final decision.
The door to the main area opened, and Dallis looked over to see his father standing there. He was a bit relieved that he was the one that had shown up. His mother would have fussed over his injuries, and he didn’t need that.
When his dad made it over to him, he raised a brow at him. Questioning what exactly had happened, Dallis said nothing—figuring that Mrs. Coe would bring it up when they went into her office. So, his father took a seat beside him.
They had been sitting there for about five minutes when the door to Principal Coe’s office flung open, none too gently, and Coach Porter walked out. He glowered at Dallis, fuming. Dylan raised a brow at the other man and stood up.
While Dallis stood six foot one, his father stood at six foot six with a solid build. So, while the coach had an inch or so on him, he was shorter than Dylan and almost looked dwarfed by his dad’s size. The coach continued on his way out, and Mrs. Coe came and called them into her office.
Once seated in front of her desk, she began to tell his dad what had gone on. When finished, she leaned back in her seat.
“Normally, I suspend students for fighting. However, in this case, I don’t see the need. Dallis deserves a medal in my book. I don’t condone violence, but I abhor any man that would put their hands on a woman.”
“No, offense, but why am I here then?” his father questioned.
“To be honest, you were called before I had the details. Now that you’re here, though, as Dallis’ legal guardian, would you like to press charges on Coach Porter?”
“Dallis is nineteen. He can make that decision on his own.”
Both sets of eyes swung to him, and he already knew his answer. He wasn’t going to press charges. He would gain more satisfaction from whooping Porter’s ass again when he saw him. However, he did wish that Colbie had pressed charges.
He still couldn’t believe that the man had the audacity to put his hands on her. On his woman of all people. Not as if he knew, but that wasn’t the point. Thinking about it had the anger simmering under the surface coming to the forefront.
