With that information, I wanted to talk to Jason at practice, but I didn't want to do it with Noah around. He had apparently sent some texts to his Dad during class and said his dad would handle it before we even got back from practice. Seeing him all calmed down, I didn't want to be a negative Nancy and share what Kyle said to me during math.
When we got home after practice, Noah went looking for his dad right away. I was going to go upstairs to shower before dinner, but Noah grabbed my sleeve and dragged me along. "Come on, this involves you too, Jake."
Errr, I guess.
We walked into the office downstairs where Mr. Atkins did a lot of his work.
"Dad!" Noah greeted. "What'd they say? When is our tryout?"
Mr. Atkins paused, then turned in his chair to face us. I could tell from the look on his face that he didn't have good news. I fidgeted. "Noah, Jake, how was practice?"
"Dad." Noah narrowed his eyes. "That wasn't a very good deflection."
