“Fuck!” I yelled as I threw my phone down. My son had just gotten another detention and the teacher wanted to talk with me about it.
I had full to-do list, just like every other day. I was just thinking about flicking through tinder when I got the call, pretending I had time to crawl over these young, hot bodies. Now my libido had completely dropped and I was rushing for the car.
I stared at the floor outside the classroom, dreading having to go in and talk to yet another *expert* on my son’s behaviour.
“I beleive you are far more capable than you’re letting on,” came a deep voice through the gap in the door. “Is there anything going on?”
“People are shit and I always get in trouble for fighting back” my son said. I was astonished at his honesty and looked up.
My eye caught his dark hair first, his slightly tanned skin next. He couldn’t be long out of college.