Page 31 of The Pucking Coach's Daughter

…and I’m sorry, something came up.

I’m fine.

Something in the form of assholes, or…?

Just a few bullies.

Did they get any of their own medicine?

If you see a girl sporting a broken nose and pair of black eyes, it definitely *wasn’t* me.

[laughing gif]

Noted.

You know my name, right?

Yes.

And I know virtually nothing about you.

I suppose that’s a fair assessment.

I need something.

Fine, ask and I’ll answer… maybe.

Name?

Right for the jugular. Call me L.

A single letter? How fashion-forward your parents were.

L.

I know. I give them shit all the time for it. The period is a package deal with the letter, by the way.

Jeez. Okay, well, since that gives me nothing—guy or girl?

Guy.

In college. That one’s a freebie. I’m not some sick 60-year-old hoping to talk you into sending nudes.

Although I wouldn’t turn them down either

FSU or SJU?

Pass

Why???

I want you to think of me as a neutral party. Where I go to school doesn’t matter, right? I’m kind of awesome at being a voice of reason and being on your side at the same time.

Uh-huh.

Does that bother you?

I’d be lying if I said no.