What's Your Name?

Chapter 3: The Story of O.J.

Coach P: ?
Coach P: We'll have a talk about this on Monday.
Coach P: In person.

The message In blue was all I needed to realize I had done a bad. Of course I had. I said no flirting, but was sending a lewd picture to your married teacher/coach really flirting? 

No. No, it isn't.

It's worse than flirting! I was leading myself down the dirt road that leads to hell.

This man was married. Happily?

Maybe.

But married regardless!

I threw my head back and let out a deep breath. This world could be so cruel.

I crossed my legs and pulled my computer in front of me. I watched the screen take about five minutes to load and finally gave up. I turned to my PlayStation as a last resort and looked at my stack of games.

They're all the same, but I still pull out the third game in the stack and load it up. As I sit down to play Minecraft, I get another text.

"It's probably just Pimmit," I glance at the phone, but I don't pick it up. As I begin to try and tame my fifteenth wolf, my phone rings. I was determined not to lose the wolf, so I answered the phone without looking, hoping it was Scam Likely.

"Hello?" 

I hit a wolf. It hit me back. But my fourteen dogs weren't about to play that mess.

"Hey, Victoria, why are you ignoring my texts? I see you're online playing Minecraft, nigga."

It was the legend himself, Bernie Mack. Well, actually a name stolen from an actual legend and given to a nigga who...nevermind. Back to the dialogue.

"I'm not ignoring you, I just haven't looked at my phone. Is there something wrong, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I just called you to let you know I saw yo man at Kroger's. He saw me and had the nerve to strike up a conversation. Like I knew him or something."

"That's what you called me about?" I laughed with the phone pressed to my ear, looking for a wolf to replace Failed Attempt #15. "That could've waited for tomorrow."

"I just wanted to let you know that if I ended up missing, he was the one that did it. And by the time you realize I'm gone, I'll be singing about dinglehoppers with Ariel."

"You do realize Ariel was in the ocean, not any lakes around here...right? It'd take a few days to dispose of your body in an ocean."

"Exactly," Bernie let out a hearty laugh and started to cough. I began to worry he wasn't going to stop until I heard him take big swigs of water. "cause it's not like anybody checking up on me anyway."

"Bernie, oh my god. I was playing Minecraft! Can I catch a break?"

"Sure. Invite me to your world."

Halfway through our joint quest to find dog number nineteen, my phone rung. I took off my headset and picked up, once again lost in concentration on adding to my army of dogs.

"Yo yo," I said, really hoping it was, once again, spam likely.

"How do you feel about New York? New York for the weekend?"

Pimmit? New York? Oh no. This was a trick.

I looked down at the phone and made sure I was hearing the right voice. I blinked my eyes in disbelief and took a minute to process what he was asking. When I finally came to a conclusion, it definitely didn't seem like the right one morally, but that's neither here nor there. I decided to finally reply to his string of 'hello's' and 'are you there's' after a few seconds of processing.