Edited by HJF
Over the next few days the Alexis issue only got worse. First it was the public outcry over her behavior over the weekend. The internet had broadcast her outburst world-wide and before the night was out Alexis had been fired by the school. In order to sever all tries with Alexis, she not only lost the coaching position but her aide position as well. Brandon found out later one of the girls had suffered a nervous breakdown as a result of Alexis' tirade, which meant she was now facing legal problems as well. To make a bad situation even worse for Alexis the State Education Board suspended her teaching certification until she completed anger management and had a full psyche evaluation.
With all that Brandon might have been able to get past, it was slim, but possible until the sex videos hit the internet. Videos of Alexis fucking several of the school's high profile athletes during her tenure at the school, including the time she was with Brandon, hit the internet as high school and college-aged boys wanted to capitalize on the 'fame' Alexis had generated. The knowledge that Alexis had cheated on him several times, with minors in some cases, was the final straw. By the end of the week Brandon finally ended his silence with Alexis enough to tell her they were through. He didn't give a reason, but felt it was pretty obvious.
That Friday he went out with his friends and, very uncharacteristically, got very drunk. It had been a rough week that he just wanted to forget about. His friends tried to set him up with a random girl at the bar, but after the week he had had, he just wasn't that into it. After awhile the night turned into a big blur.
He awoke the next morning with the worst hangover he had ever had. He exerted enough energy to take some aspirin and attempt to eat something before he collapsed on the couch to watch TV for the next several hours in the darkened apartment.
He awoke to banging on the door his, head still in pain. When the banging at the door would not stop he figured he needed to get up and answer it to stop the noise. He made his way to the door and opened it.
Standing outside was a grinning Katy, looking dressed for a night out. As she looked at him her smile faded, "Wow, you really look like shit." She said before shoving past him.
"Katy, what are you doing here?"
"Rescuing you from yourself of course," Katy said. "You've hardly spoken to anyone outside of work all week. You barricade yourself in this apartment every night ignoring calls. Your friends take you out last night to cheer you up and get you laid, and you ignore them all night and get so drunk they practically had to carry you home. You've had a rough week, we all get it, but the bitch does not get to do this to you. You are too good a guy to have your ego shaken by that psychotic whore.
"So here's how this is going to work, you're going to clean yourself up while I clean this place up, then you are going on a date tonight with a very pretty girl." She gave a little flourish to show she meant herself if there was any doubt of who she meant. "On said date there will be no mention of your ex; she is your ex right?" He nodded, "Good, as I was saying no mention of the psycho cheer whore, and to top it all off..." she paused, "You'll get laid tonight, provided you don't offend your date, who is very horny by the way so you'll have to try very hard not to get the bonus. Very. Hard," she said, accentuating the last two words.
"Katy, I don't think..."
"No, it's clear you haven't been thinking lately, or thinking clearly anyway, which is why I am doing it for you for tonight. Now go clean up, our reservations are in an hour and if we're late it won't be my fault." Brandon smiled at her authoritative tone.
"You're going to make one hell of a mom someday Katy."
