"And you're the Mecca for his dating daydreams?" I caught sight of Becky on the sidelines. Her cheeks were inflamed and she pointed to the corner. When I looked over, I saw a confused Adam Quinn against the wall with some of his football teammates. He pushed some of his blonde hair out of his eyes and scratched his forehead.
Then Ashley DeCortts pushed through the crowd. She sidled next to Jill and touched her on the arm. "What are you doing, Jill?"
"I'm making my stand." Her eyes drilled into me.
I rolled my eyes and snorted. "Are you kidding me? You can have Jeff. I don't want him back." Then I thought about it again. "I haven't wanted Jeff for a couple years now."
Someone gasped. Someone laughed. And I turned to leave, but I stopped when I saw him right behind me. A look was hurt was evident when he met my gaze for a second.
My jaw hardened and I pushed through the crowd.
When I saw the men's locker room door was open and no one was inside, I went without thinking. My dad's office was in the back and his door was open. I paused in the doorway. I'd rarely come to his office because of where it was, but I took a deep breath. I was there now.
The small bathroom that attached to his office had the door closed. The toilet flushed and a moment later he came out, drying his hands.
He froze for a brief moment. "Samantha."
"Hi." I glanced over my shoulder. Male voices carried through the room and I heard them coming closer so I closed the door and sat in one of his chairs.
"What are you doing here?"
I hugged my books on my lap. "I haven't seen you since we moved out."
"Yeah…I know." He sounded tired as he sat behind his desk. His body was tense and his finger started to tap on his chair. I watched as it continued to tap, a habit I knew he did whenever he was nervous.
"How are you?"
A small grin appeared. "I'm okay. I'm the one who's supposed to ask you how you are."
One of my shoulders shrugged. "I'm not the one who's getting a divorce."
"Yeah, there's that."
"Jeff and I broke up."
"Oh?"
"He was cheating on me."
My dad's face remained void of any reaction.
My hands twisted together in front of my books and I looked down at my lap. "With Jessica. You remember her, right?"
There was silence.
I ploughed on, "For two years and Lydia knew. She helped them lie about it."
I waited and then after a minute, he asked in a quiet voice, "Why are you telling me this, Samantha?"
"What do you mean?" I looked up now. I needed something; I was looking for it in him. I didn't know quite what, though.
"I'm sorry that Jeffrey cheated on you. That's a horrible thing to find out."
"Like you and mom?" I swallowed thickly.
He froze again. His finger stopped tapping. And then a deep breath left him and he hung his head a moment. When he looked up again, I reeled back. The pain was so clear, so evident in his eyes. I was speechless for a moment.
He choked out, "I can't keep lying to you, Samantha."
Lying? "Dad?"
He closed his eyes and looked away. "I'm not your father."
I laughed.
"I mean it, Sam. I'm not your biological father." He caught my gaze again.
He was serious. I saw it in them and a flare of pain stabbed me in the gut. I almost bowled over, but my fingers caught my chair's sides and dug in. My books fell to the floor, one of them thumped on top of my toe. I didn't feel it. I was caught in his eyes and I felt seared by them and by his words.
Something cracked. I lifted my hand and saw blood trickling down from underneath my nails.
"Sam, let go of the chair."
"What?" I jerked my chin upright. I couldn't see him. He had blurred and there was two of him. They were starting to swim around.
"Let go."
I opened my mouth. No sound came out.
Then he got up and rounded my chair. He forcibly lifted my other hand and there was more blood from that one. Two of my nails were gone.
He cursed under his breath and left.
My head slammed to my lap and I gasped for breath. No way. There was no way…
Footsteps were heard coming back and hands lifted me in the air. There were more faces now, but I didn't pay them attention.
"Put her on the trainer's couch. Quinn, get the nurse."
I was placed on my back and both of my hands were lifted in the air. I felt some cool liquid poured on them as they poked and prodded. I looked at the ceiling. The white tiles above me looked like they were mocking me.
"Sam. I'm sorry." His voice was muffled close to me. His hand brushed some of my hair from my forehead. "She made me keep that secret all your life. I should've told you a long time ago. Analise didn't want—"
The footsteps were coming back. They were louder this time. My head rolled to the side and I saw a nurse and another man hurrying to me, they looked like they were moving through the air. Some guys were behind them.
"Get 'em all out, Quinn," my dad barked.
I frowned. Not my dad. David.
"What, honey?" He bent low to me.
"You're just David now."
He frowned and closed his eyes. He seemed to struggle with something and then when he opened them, they looked bleak. He looked how I did now. "Yes, Samantha. I guess I am."
CHAPTER SIX
Becky sat next to me where the sidewalk dipped to the parking lot. I'd been there after the school's nurse had tended to my hands and after my da—David took the football team to the field for practice. That'd been around four. It was six now.
"I don't understand why you won't let me drive you home," Becky grumbled.
I stared straight ahead.
"You want something to eat? Let's get something to eat. I'll drive."
I jerked my head in a nod and stood up. When we got to her car, I winced as I tried to open the door. Becky hissed and moved me out of the way. She opened the door for me, and then climbed on her side. As she started the car, she muttered, "And you expect to be able to drive home like that? You can't even open a door. You're crazy."
I grinned. "I thought you were going to be a good friend."
"I am and I'm telling the truth. You're crazy."
Then Ashley DeCortts pushed through the crowd. She sidled next to Jill and touched her on the arm. "What are you doing, Jill?"
"I'm making my stand." Her eyes drilled into me.
I rolled my eyes and snorted. "Are you kidding me? You can have Jeff. I don't want him back." Then I thought about it again. "I haven't wanted Jeff for a couple years now."
Someone gasped. Someone laughed. And I turned to leave, but I stopped when I saw him right behind me. A look was hurt was evident when he met my gaze for a second.
My jaw hardened and I pushed through the crowd.
When I saw the men's locker room door was open and no one was inside, I went without thinking. My dad's office was in the back and his door was open. I paused in the doorway. I'd rarely come to his office because of where it was, but I took a deep breath. I was there now.
The small bathroom that attached to his office had the door closed. The toilet flushed and a moment later he came out, drying his hands.
He froze for a brief moment. "Samantha."
"Hi." I glanced over my shoulder. Male voices carried through the room and I heard them coming closer so I closed the door and sat in one of his chairs.
"What are you doing here?"
I hugged my books on my lap. "I haven't seen you since we moved out."
"Yeah…I know." He sounded tired as he sat behind his desk. His body was tense and his finger started to tap on his chair. I watched as it continued to tap, a habit I knew he did whenever he was nervous.
"How are you?"
A small grin appeared. "I'm okay. I'm the one who's supposed to ask you how you are."
One of my shoulders shrugged. "I'm not the one who's getting a divorce."
"Yeah, there's that."
"Jeff and I broke up."
"Oh?"
"He was cheating on me."
My dad's face remained void of any reaction.
My hands twisted together in front of my books and I looked down at my lap. "With Jessica. You remember her, right?"
There was silence.
I ploughed on, "For two years and Lydia knew. She helped them lie about it."
I waited and then after a minute, he asked in a quiet voice, "Why are you telling me this, Samantha?"
"What do you mean?" I looked up now. I needed something; I was looking for it in him. I didn't know quite what, though.
"I'm sorry that Jeffrey cheated on you. That's a horrible thing to find out."
"Like you and mom?" I swallowed thickly.
He froze again. His finger stopped tapping. And then a deep breath left him and he hung his head a moment. When he looked up again, I reeled back. The pain was so clear, so evident in his eyes. I was speechless for a moment.
He choked out, "I can't keep lying to you, Samantha."
Lying? "Dad?"
He closed his eyes and looked away. "I'm not your father."
I laughed.
"I mean it, Sam. I'm not your biological father." He caught my gaze again.
He was serious. I saw it in them and a flare of pain stabbed me in the gut. I almost bowled over, but my fingers caught my chair's sides and dug in. My books fell to the floor, one of them thumped on top of my toe. I didn't feel it. I was caught in his eyes and I felt seared by them and by his words.
Something cracked. I lifted my hand and saw blood trickling down from underneath my nails.
"Sam, let go of the chair."
"What?" I jerked my chin upright. I couldn't see him. He had blurred and there was two of him. They were starting to swim around.
"Let go."
I opened my mouth. No sound came out.
Then he got up and rounded my chair. He forcibly lifted my other hand and there was more blood from that one. Two of my nails were gone.
He cursed under his breath and left.
My head slammed to my lap and I gasped for breath. No way. There was no way…
Footsteps were heard coming back and hands lifted me in the air. There were more faces now, but I didn't pay them attention.
"Put her on the trainer's couch. Quinn, get the nurse."
I was placed on my back and both of my hands were lifted in the air. I felt some cool liquid poured on them as they poked and prodded. I looked at the ceiling. The white tiles above me looked like they were mocking me.
"Sam. I'm sorry." His voice was muffled close to me. His hand brushed some of my hair from my forehead. "She made me keep that secret all your life. I should've told you a long time ago. Analise didn't want—"
The footsteps were coming back. They were louder this time. My head rolled to the side and I saw a nurse and another man hurrying to me, they looked like they were moving through the air. Some guys were behind them.
"Get 'em all out, Quinn," my dad barked.
I frowned. Not my dad. David.
"What, honey?" He bent low to me.
"You're just David now."
He frowned and closed his eyes. He seemed to struggle with something and then when he opened them, they looked bleak. He looked how I did now. "Yes, Samantha. I guess I am."
CHAPTER SIX
Becky sat next to me where the sidewalk dipped to the parking lot. I'd been there after the school's nurse had tended to my hands and after my da—David took the football team to the field for practice. That'd been around four. It was six now.
"I don't understand why you won't let me drive you home," Becky grumbled.
I stared straight ahead.
"You want something to eat? Let's get something to eat. I'll drive."
I jerked my head in a nod and stood up. When we got to her car, I winced as I tried to open the door. Becky hissed and moved me out of the way. She opened the door for me, and then climbed on her side. As she started the car, she muttered, "And you expect to be able to drive home like that? You can't even open a door. You're crazy."
I grinned. "I thought you were going to be a good friend."
"I am and I'm telling the truth. You're crazy."
