Chapter Two
Orion looked up from his desk and set down the papers. “What do you mean, he called her?” he asked Archer as he ran a hand over his short dark hair. His light brown eyes looked alert and focused considering how early it was.
“I guess Micah still really wants to help out with the tournament.”
“So he called my girlfriend? What the hell time was it when he did?”
“No idea. I just know her father didn’t seem to have any problems with it.”
“So that would explain why she called me before school,” Orion said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I thought she just wanted to help. I didn’t know Micah called her behind my back.”
“I’m sure it was just to ask her to talk to you, Orion.”
“It better be,” he said, shuffling through some more papers. “Mason?”
“Yeah?”
“Take these papers around to the teachers and make sure that they sign this agreement,” he said, holding the stack out to him. “We don’t want any miscommunication about the extra credit for our volunteers.”
“Can you handle that, puffy face?” Archer asked in a teasing voice as Mason took the papers.
“Archer, please,” Orion scolded. “As if the situation isn’t bad enough.”
“I’m only kidding. I think it’s big of you to let him participate behind the scenes, Orion. You’re a better man than me.”
“I don’t feel like a great man right now,” Orion said with a frown as he looked at Mason’s freshly stitched split lip. He did feel bad for him. “Can you handle it?”
“Sure can,” Mason said with a pained smile, taking the papers and leaving the classroom.
“Are you pissed that he called her?” Archer asked.
“I’m…I’m not sure yet.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”
“I hope you’re right.”