She's a student teacher and he's her mentor for her senior year internship. She's ready to learn and he, to teach. But are they ready for the consequences of blurred lines?
He smirked. “Okay, the Kendall I know wouldn’t sit back and watch her entire career go down the drain without a fight. You need to put this woman in her place.”
“How? How am I supposed to do that? I can’t be around the school, and I’m supposed to stay away from her until there’s a formal questioning of everyone involved.”
“Bullshit. I say meet that woman in the parking lot and kick her ass.”
I laughed. “Oh yeah, that’ll go over real well.” I leaned back on the couch and covered up with a throw blanket. “Believe me, I’d love nothing more than that, but I think the best thing I can do is let the truth come out. It may take a little while but confronting her before then might not work in my favor at all.”
He nodded. “Okay, I guess you’re right. But damn it, I’d love to see that witch get a dose of her own medicine.”
“So would I, and once they realize she’s lying, maybe that’ll happen. Who knows. I’m just ready to put this behind me.”
“What do you wanna do today? I can order us some lunch to be delivered, since you’re obviously not going anywhere today.”
I nodded. “Sure that sounds good. I think I’m gonna head into my room and relax for a bit. So much is running through my head that I think some quiet will be heavenly.”
“Oh, you know my voice is the best medicine,” Robbie teased with a wink. “Go ahead. I’ll call you out here when lunch gets here.” He reached up and kissed the top of my head. “It’s all gonna be okay. Love you.”
I gave him a weak smile. “Love you, too.”
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Back at home, I tossed the keys back in their designated area and headed into the kitchen to grab a beer. It was only early afternoon, but I didn’t give a damn right now.
All I wanted to do was call Kendall and tell her what an ass I had been and that I should’ve never walked out on her. I knew I told Mom that I’d talk to Kendall, but after driving past her house and seeing all those cameras out front only solidified that I was making things worse for her.
I knew if I walked up to her complex, flashes of lights would be going off and the pictures would make the morning paper or the evening news with a terrible headline, causing an even bigger story than was already being spun.
It was all a fucking mess, and I knew I had to do something.
I took a huge gulp of my drink and sat down at the kitchen table. After a few phone calls, I was able to get the number I wanted.
It was the only thing I could do, and I hoped she wouldn’t be mad at me.
I picked up my phone and dialed the number. It rang quite a few times, and I was getting pissed with each ring that it was about to go to voicemail. But, thankfully, it didn’t.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Dan Franklin?” I asked.
“It is. What can I do for you?”
“This is Kyle Stephens. I’m Kendall’s…” I didn’t finish that sentence. I wasn’t sure what we were anymore.
“I know who you are. What the hell do you want? How’d you get my number?” he asked, sounding less than happy to be talking to me.
“I’m good friends with your coach, but that’s not what’s important right now.”
“You’re damn right it’s not. She’s in this mess because of you and that woman. If you would’ve just done your job and left her the fuck alone, she’d be teaching right now.”
I was close to ending the fucking call, but I knew it wouldn’t help Kendall.
“Listen, I’m only calling for Kendall. Are you willing to do whatever necessary to help her?”
There was only a brief silence before he answered. “I’d do anything for her. What’s happening to her is fucking bullshit.”
“I agree, and I’m going to do whatever I can to help her. I have an idea.” I paused for a second but knew this was the best way I could help. “Can you meet me so we can talk about it?”
