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a part of our lives, people we know have been hurt or are dead. It just feels like more than a coincidence.”
I sat down next to her and grabbed the sides of her face. “Don't ever repeat that, Kat. You don't know what you're saying. Scott has done nothing but help kids out. He doesn't have to give talks or help them exercise, but he does, and on his own time, too.” She looked at me in fear. I let go of her face and started pacing again. “He gives them the physical and mental strength to stand up for themselves.”
“It’s more like he’s creating an army. You said yourself some of these guys have started fighting back against the bullies. How is that making them any better?” Kat asked, more tears pooling in her eyes.
Why did I even come here? She doesn't even know Scott. I need to talk to him.
I left without looking back at her or saying another word.
~*~
I drove to the gym, not knowing where else to go. I didn't know Scott's schedule, but he seemed to be there all the time.
The front desk person called him right away. She must have noticed the urgency in my voice. He was in his office and told her I could let myself in. I didn't even thank her before turning and practically running down the hall to his office. Scott was standing there holding the door open for me and I had to pause for a second so I could appreciate the view. Even though I was feeling panicky, he surprised me by how gorgeous he was. He smiled, but I couldn't force one in return.
I sat down on the couch not knowing what to say. He sat down on the opposite side, as usual. “Are you going to tell me what's going on or do I need to play the guessing game?” I appreciated that he was trying to make me smile but I wasn't in the mood.
“Did you hear what happened to Matt?”
“No.” He sat back and crossed his arms.
“His dad beat him up so bad after you dropped him off, he’s in the hospital.” I wanted to know why he didn't take better care of Matt, but I didn't know how to ask.
He groaned and rubbed his temple.
“Let me tell you a story. When I was in middle school, I was a skinny kid with no athletic skills whatsoever. I was forced to take a weight training class with a lot of football players. The teacher was the football coach and he taught the class the same way he coached—tough and mean. All the guys used to give me a hard time and he just turned his head the other way. I kept working out during school and over the summer. By the time I hit high school, I was just as bulky as the guys that teased me. They left me alone. Actually, they tried to convince me to play sports.”
Scott stood up and walked over to his little fridge. He pulled out two bottles of water and handed me one.
“There was this group of kids that hated the jocks as much as I did. I started hanging out with them during school. One day I convinced them that we should go crash the party I’d heard the jocks planning. I figured if we gave them enough time to get drunk, we could easily rough them up. My plan worked until one of the guys I was with pulled out a knife and stabbed two of the jocks until they were dead.” He took some sips of water.
My mouth dropped open. I was shocked Scott would ever associate with someone who had the nerve to stab someone, let alone kill two people.
“If the jocks hadn't been drunk, they would have easily been able to take my group out, but fate had different plans for them. I couldn't feel sorry for the dead guys because I don't feel sorry for people who make bad decisions.”
“So, what you mean is, if Matt hadn't been drunk, he would have been able to fight off his dad? The alcohol decided his fate for him?” The thought made me feel better and less responsible.
“The choices he made were his. He's lucky he didn't hurt or kill someone while he was driving his car drunk. What happened is a lot better than killing yourself or killing someone else. Now his mom has to deal with it. Very selfish, don’t you
I sat down next to her and grabbed the sides of her face. “Don't ever repeat that, Kat. You don't know what you're saying. Scott has done nothing but help kids out. He doesn't have to give talks or help them exercise, but he does, and on his own time, too.” She looked at me in fear. I let go of her face and started pacing again. “He gives them the physical and mental strength to stand up for themselves.”
“It’s more like he’s creating an army. You said yourself some of these guys have started fighting back against the bullies. How is that making them any better?” Kat asked, more tears pooling in her eyes.
Why did I even come here? She doesn't even know Scott. I need to talk to him.
I left without looking back at her or saying another word.
~*~
I drove to the gym, not knowing where else to go. I didn't know Scott's schedule, but he seemed to be there all the time.
The front desk person called him right away. She must have noticed the urgency in my voice. He was in his office and told her I could let myself in. I didn't even thank her before turning and practically running down the hall to his office. Scott was standing there holding the door open for me and I had to pause for a second so I could appreciate the view. Even though I was feeling panicky, he surprised me by how gorgeous he was. He smiled, but I couldn't force one in return.
I sat down on the couch not knowing what to say. He sat down on the opposite side, as usual. “Are you going to tell me what's going on or do I need to play the guessing game?” I appreciated that he was trying to make me smile but I wasn't in the mood.
“Did you hear what happened to Matt?”
“No.” He sat back and crossed his arms.
“His dad beat him up so bad after you dropped him off, he’s in the hospital.” I wanted to know why he didn't take better care of Matt, but I didn't know how to ask.
He groaned and rubbed his temple.
“Let me tell you a story. When I was in middle school, I was a skinny kid with no athletic skills whatsoever. I was forced to take a weight training class with a lot of football players. The teacher was the football coach and he taught the class the same way he coached—tough and mean. All the guys used to give me a hard time and he just turned his head the other way. I kept working out during school and over the summer. By the time I hit high school, I was just as bulky as the guys that teased me. They left me alone. Actually, they tried to convince me to play sports.”
Scott stood up and walked over to his little fridge. He pulled out two bottles of water and handed me one.
“There was this group of kids that hated the jocks as much as I did. I started hanging out with them during school. One day I convinced them that we should go crash the party I’d heard the jocks planning. I figured if we gave them enough time to get drunk, we could easily rough them up. My plan worked until one of the guys I was with pulled out a knife and stabbed two of the jocks until they were dead.” He took some sips of water.
My mouth dropped open. I was shocked Scott would ever associate with someone who had the nerve to stab someone, let alone kill two people.
“If the jocks hadn't been drunk, they would have easily been able to take my group out, but fate had different plans for them. I couldn't feel sorry for the dead guys because I don't feel sorry for people who make bad decisions.”
“So, what you mean is, if Matt hadn't been drunk, he would have been able to fight off his dad? The alcohol decided his fate for him?” The thought made me feel better and less responsible.
“The choices he made were his. He's lucky he didn't hurt or kill someone while he was driving his car drunk. What happened is a lot better than killing yourself or killing someone else. Now his mom has to deal with it. Very selfish, don’t you
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