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She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13

Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Male/Female, Romance, Teen, Violence, Author: Michael.F, Rating: 90.2, Source: sexstories.com

current situation. “Come on, Coach—” “Stop calling me that.” “All right…Mr. Walburn. You don’t have nothing. You’ve got…hell, you’ve got a nice coat. Better than what I got.” I indicated my hoodie. He looked away. “Bullshit,” he muttered. “And hey, if it hadn’t been for you, Craig and I wouldn’t have become friends.” He looked back in surprise. “You and Carter?” “Yeah,” I replied, grinning a little, “The whole world’s as surprised as you, trust me.” “How did I…” “Well, if not for you, Craig and I wouldn’t have had our big fight—we had a big fight during Homecoming—and…well, it’s a long story, but at the end of it Craig and I became friends and…” Probably not a good idea to mention Brad. “We’re friends now. Really good friends. I mean, yeah, it’s weird that we had to fight a lot to become friends but there you go. It happened. Because of you.” He blinked, as if waking up from a long sleep. “Are you serious?” “Dead serious. If I had my phone, I’d call him and have him tell you himself.” “Wow.” There was a spark in his eye for a brief moment, the same kind he used to get right before he ordered us to line up in front of the pull-up bar. Then it faded and his grim demeanor returned. “I’m glad it worked out for you.” My heart was beating faster. Something was wrong. “No, Mr. Walburn, that’s because of you. You helped with that. It’s as much for you as—” “Doesn’t change anything. Carl is dead. Beth is gone. Forever. Both of them.” Yeah, something was definitely wrong. His voice ... was becoming distant again and his expression looked exactly like how I had felt yesterday when I didn’t see Kayla at her window. “Mr. Walburn, please…let me get you someplace. Get you some help.” I desperately looked around for someone. “No point. I got nothing, Harrison…Jack. Nothing.” “Well, I’m here,” I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking, “I’m here to help. Even if no one else is going to.” “I messed up,” he said pensively, not seeming to hear me, “It’s all gone. You…I messed up with you. I shouldn’t have done that.” “No. It was a good thing.” It wasn’t, really, but I was starting to get desperate. He was scaring me. “Craig and I are friends now. No more fighting. Come on, Coach, please.” He looked at me, giving me something like a smile. “No more fighting…I’m glad. Thanks, Jack. This…I needed this. It helps.” “Helps what? Please, Coach…” “Thank you. I needed that. It…helps.” His right hand came out of the big pocket of his coat. Something was clutched in it. Time slowed down as its shape was outlined against the white of the snow. A gun. My heart stopped cold, my limbs locked in stasis as the shape and all the hidden threats behind it raced through my mind. A gun…I was brought back to the moment one was pulled from my locker. All those feelings, the ones I had hoped to forget, came rushing back. But there was more…much more. It was a state above terror. I’d moved beyond feeling to the empty void where feelings don’t reach. The children, their parents, the couple…my ...