Tattered Blinds

Chapter Twenty Five

Alex

"What did you do to Mr. Pike?" Our principle, Mr. Ward asked me. 

"We were just playing football," I started. 

"And..." 

"I got out a little to much aggression?" I said. 

"A little? Alex, I know that you and Mr. Pike don't get along that well, it doesn't give you the right to go and tackle him with all your might," Mr. Ward said to me. 

"We were just playing football, I didn't mean to hit him that hard, no joke!" I defended myself. 

"What is going on with you and Mr. Pike?" He asked me. "Could it be a feud, something that happened when you were little, a girl maybe?" 

That's one thing that I liked about Mr. Ward, he was on the younger side, so  he got us kids. He knew that we dated and we liked each other, and he knew about all of it, so it wasn't too weird explaining stuff to him. 

"A mixture of all of it..." I said shortly. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Emma, third grade, and getting the girl..." I said. 

"Ahh, I see where you are coming from, you see, when I was a young grasshopper like you," Mr. Ward started. 

"Please don't ever say that again," I said as nicely as I could. 

"Yeah, sorry, but when I was in the middle school years, there were tons of times that I got caught up in girls, and some of my best friends and I split apart," Mr. Ward said. "But you want to know something, there is only a twenty-five percent chance that you would marry your middle school or high school sweetheart, so just know that she will go off and do other things, and guys-" 

"Mr. Ward," I said. 

"Sorry, but she will go away Alex, she will, I promise you, it's not worth all of this!" 

"Mr. Ward, I respect you, but not Emma, I know that she will be the one that I marry!" I said. 

"Well, if that's what you think, then you just keep going for that," Mr. Ward said. 

"I will, I will try as hard as I possibly can..." I smiled. 

"Okay." The phone than rang and Mr. Ward answered it. "Hello... Yes this is him... Yeah.. really.. Oh that's terrible.. okay.. I will contact them.. thank you for calling.. yes.. okay.. good bye." Then he hung up. I wondered who he was talking to. I looked at him in a confused way. 

"That was the hospital that Elijah was taken to..." 

"And?" 

"He has a mild concussion..." Mr. Ward sighed. I gasped. 

"I am so sorry Mr. Ward, I didn't mean to hurt him in any way!" 

"I know that you didn't, but until further notice, you will have to have detention for a week," Mr. Ward wrote on a piece of paper. I sighed. Detention, seriously? 

"Yes sir," I said. "Can I still play football, the big game against the Dragons is in three weeks, and the team needs me, please?" I begged. 

"You shouldn't be allowed to play, but you want to defeat those Dragons as much as I do," Mr. Ward said. "So I will let you play, but don't tell anyone that I allowed you to do it because we would totally lose without you." 

"No worries," I said. "Do you think Elijah will be okay?" I asked. Mr. Ward was dialing numbers on the phone, probably Elijah's parents. He held his finger up to me, as if saying hold on.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Pike? Okay, hello this is Darrel Ward from Greysland Middle school, your son was in an accident at school today and he is now in the hospital. Yes. He had a minor concussion. Yes. I know. Well. No. I know. Okay. Yes. Okay." Then he hung up. I frowned. 

"Yes, Elijah will be okay, he just needs some rest."

"Okay, good, I feel terrible," I looked at the ground. 

"I bet you won't get Emma now, will ya?" Mr. Ward said to me. I could tell he was trying to say it in a playful way, but it really made me feel like crap. 

"Yeah, definitely..." 

"Mr. Turner, I don't know the whole story, but I know that you will work it out in the end, not I'm going to have to ask you to leave, I have to get to the hospital where Elijah is at..." 

"Ca... Can I maybe go with?" I asked. Me. Ward was thinking about it, I could tell because he had his hand on his chin. 

"You know what, you can, let's go," Mr. Ward grabbed his keys. 

"Thank you," I said. 

"Don't mention it, to anyone, seriously, don't," He looked me straight in the eyes. 

"I won't sir," I marked my word. We walked out of his office and he locked it. 

"Sheri, hold the house down, I'm going to see how Elijah is doing," Mr. Ward said to the lady at the front desk. 

We walked out to his car, I never knew that it was his car, I was surprised that it was his. A black mustang convertible. I didn't know that he could afford that with the salary he made. I got in, he had butterfly doors, it was sweet. 

"Once again, thank you for letting me come with!" I said. 

"Yep, now, let's go see how Elijah is doing..."