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fault had ruined a large part of my childhood and still tried hard to pull me down into a depression I wasn't sure I could get out of. If my parents weren't involved much before my sister’s death, they sure as hell weren't involved now. It was a punishment of sorts for them to have to see me, or that's how it felt. I hadn't seen them since Christmas the previous year. Not a card or a phone call... nothing.
I reminded them too much of her.
"I am so sorry, Micah. I didn't mean to-"
"No. I'm sorry. I'm just worried about Tasha. I shouldn't have unleashed that shit on you."
"Were you lying? Like scout’s honor type shit or-"
"No, my little sister really drowned while I was supposed to be watching her." I glanced down at my plate and let out a long sigh. "I'd rather not talk about that shit though."
"Yeah, totally, dude. I'm sorry I even brought it up."
"It's all good." I took a few bites of my pizza, trying to swallow the sadness that always seemed to sit at the edge of my world, waiting for the opportunity to sweep in and pull me down.
"I'm not trying to shit on your parade seeing that I already messed up the mood, but I'm good friends with Sharon on the basketball team. I'm pretty sure Natasha isn't the dating type."
"You just got here. How the hell would you know that?" I smiled and pushed my plate away. My appetite was gone.
"Girls like to talk a lot, and Sharon is in my English class. She yaps like nobody’s business, and she mentioned that you and Natasha would be a cute couple, but that Tasha doesn't date. Like, ever." He shrugged and pointed to the pizza. "You good with me finishing that?"
"Yeah. Go for it." I rolled my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair. "Tasha might not date now, but that doesn't mean she's going to be that way forever."
"Right, but why waste your time on someone you know isn't interested in dating? That would suck."
"So who are you dating?" I leaned in a little, trying to get my point across.
"No one. I've only seen one girl on this whole fucking campus that leaves me aching for commitment, and she's an ice princess. A total bitch." He snorted and folded another piece of pizza in half.
"And who's that?" I glanced up at the TV as a live report took over the golf tournament that was showing. The coverage was over something at Providence, but I couldn't hear what.
"Clara Russell." He turned to look up at the TV too. "Shit... that's here."
"Yeah, go grab the channel changer from Emily and turn it up." I turned to get a better view of the TV. My stomach tightened as Coach Billows, the head athletic director, came on the screen, his complexion pale and his eyes downcast.
Had someone died?
Dillon walked toward me and turned toward the TV as he lifted the remote. The sound finally came in, the news disturbing and yet not nearly as bad as I'd expected it to be.
"We're not releasing too much information at this time, but we will begin investigating some of the allegations that were released to the press last night." Coach Billows nodded as if the interview was over.
The reporter, a perky blond woman with big blue eyes and fake tits smiled at the camera. "Right, and those allegations pointed to one of the beloved athletic coaches at Providence being wrapped up in a scandal related to misappropriation of school funds and scholarship dollars. The coach’s name is not being released yet until all investigations are concluded."
"Exactly. We would appreciate everyone's support during this time and ask if you have any additional information regarding Providence that you start with your coach, your dean or someone in administration." Coach Billows narrowed his eyes at the camera.
"Wow." I turned back toward Dillon as he dropped down in the seat across from me. "That's some shit right there. Who do you think it is?"
"No clue, but I would imagine as they’re investigating, we're going to figure it out pretty quickly." He lowered the volume on the TV and pushed his plate away.
I reminded them too much of her.
"I am so sorry, Micah. I didn't mean to-"
"No. I'm sorry. I'm just worried about Tasha. I shouldn't have unleashed that shit on you."
"Were you lying? Like scout’s honor type shit or-"
"No, my little sister really drowned while I was supposed to be watching her." I glanced down at my plate and let out a long sigh. "I'd rather not talk about that shit though."
"Yeah, totally, dude. I'm sorry I even brought it up."
"It's all good." I took a few bites of my pizza, trying to swallow the sadness that always seemed to sit at the edge of my world, waiting for the opportunity to sweep in and pull me down.
"I'm not trying to shit on your parade seeing that I already messed up the mood, but I'm good friends with Sharon on the basketball team. I'm pretty sure Natasha isn't the dating type."
"You just got here. How the hell would you know that?" I smiled and pushed my plate away. My appetite was gone.
"Girls like to talk a lot, and Sharon is in my English class. She yaps like nobody’s business, and she mentioned that you and Natasha would be a cute couple, but that Tasha doesn't date. Like, ever." He shrugged and pointed to the pizza. "You good with me finishing that?"
"Yeah. Go for it." I rolled my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair. "Tasha might not date now, but that doesn't mean she's going to be that way forever."
"Right, but why waste your time on someone you know isn't interested in dating? That would suck."
"So who are you dating?" I leaned in a little, trying to get my point across.
"No one. I've only seen one girl on this whole fucking campus that leaves me aching for commitment, and she's an ice princess. A total bitch." He snorted and folded another piece of pizza in half.
"And who's that?" I glanced up at the TV as a live report took over the golf tournament that was showing. The coverage was over something at Providence, but I couldn't hear what.
"Clara Russell." He turned to look up at the TV too. "Shit... that's here."
"Yeah, go grab the channel changer from Emily and turn it up." I turned to get a better view of the TV. My stomach tightened as Coach Billows, the head athletic director, came on the screen, his complexion pale and his eyes downcast.
Had someone died?
Dillon walked toward me and turned toward the TV as he lifted the remote. The sound finally came in, the news disturbing and yet not nearly as bad as I'd expected it to be.
"We're not releasing too much information at this time, but we will begin investigating some of the allegations that were released to the press last night." Coach Billows nodded as if the interview was over.
The reporter, a perky blond woman with big blue eyes and fake tits smiled at the camera. "Right, and those allegations pointed to one of the beloved athletic coaches at Providence being wrapped up in a scandal related to misappropriation of school funds and scholarship dollars. The coach’s name is not being released yet until all investigations are concluded."
"Exactly. We would appreciate everyone's support during this time and ask if you have any additional information regarding Providence that you start with your coach, your dean or someone in administration." Coach Billows narrowed his eyes at the camera.
"Wow." I turned back toward Dillon as he dropped down in the seat across from me. "That's some shit right there. Who do you think it is?"
"No clue, but I would imagine as they’re investigating, we're going to figure it out pretty quickly." He lowered the volume on the TV and pushed his plate away.
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