"Where are you?" Thom asked me.
"I'm heading to the school. The dean called me and said it was urgent he speak with me. I assume it's about what happened last night."
"Fuck," Thom hissed. "It's a little more than that."
"Now what?"
"I just caught wind of something and I was hoping I could catch you before he did."
"What's going on?"
"They know you've been dating Taylor."
"So?"
"He isn't happy about it from what I understand."
"All I can do is tell the truth and put his mind at ease," I sighed. "I'm not after the whole team, I'm just with Taylor."
"Alright," he sighed. "Let me make a few more calls so I can get more details."
"Do what you have to do. I'm pulling in now. I will let you know what is up."
I parked the car and walked into the office to see what this was all about.
"Good afternoon Mr. Tillman," Mr. Whiteman said standing.
"Good afternoon Mr. Whiteman. How are you?"
"Concerned," he sighed. "Please sit down."
"I'm sorry about last night Mr. Whiteman," I said as I sat. "Things got a little heated but we came to an understanding."
"That's not what I'm really concerned about at the moment," he said quickly. "There's been a rumor floating around that you may be in a relationship with one of the players on the team."
"It would only be a rumor if it weren't true," I sighed.
"So it's true then?"
"Yeah, I'm dating Taylor."
He let out a long sigh. "I see."
"What's wrong with that? She's 18 and an adult. There shouldn't be any problem."
"But you are an employee of the school," he quipped. "That's a violation of the code of conduct, not to mention it's highly unethical."
"It may be but it's not really an issue," I said quickly. "I keep my personal life out of my coaching. When I'm there with Taylor I keep it professional. When we are outside of the school..."
"It doesn't matter Mr. Tillman," he cut in. "I can't have this going on at the school."
"It doesn't go on at the school," I fired back. "Her and I don't do anything inappropriate when I'm here. It's when we are home that we are together."
"It's going to create a distraction," he barked. "I can't have this hanging over my head and distracting the students from getting an education."
"I'm not at the school teaching," I quipped. "I'm there for two hours a day at the most coaching."
"You are on the school grounds and that makes you a distraction. If you don't see this as being a problem then why are you hiding it?"
"Who says I'm hiding it?" I questioned. "Just because I haven't announced it doesn't mean I'm hiding it."
"Either way Mr. Tillman, I see this as a big problem. At this time I am going to have to remove you from the position of head coach and ask that you do not attend any more of the games this season."
"Seriously?" I hissed. "You're cutting me loose with two games left in the regular season?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Who brought this to your attention?" I asked.
"That doesn't concern you Mr. Tillman."
"How many people know about this?" I asked.
"Enough people know and that's going to create a problem. Not a lot but enough."
"What are you going to tell them the reason is that I'm being fired?"
"The altercation from last night," he said. "I think that is a pretty good reason in itself to be honest."
"I said we worked it out," I quipped.
"But the other problem won't work itself out," he offered.
"Ok," I said shaking my head. "I'll pack up my stuff then and let Rob know he's the man in charge now."
"That won't be necessary," he said with a soft smile. "I've already made arrangements."
"So Rob already knows?" I asked confused.
"Rodney will be taking over," he said smugly.
It hit me just then. The whole reason for Rodney being there was to eventually take my spot. He was looking for a way to get me out and this was his reason. Borderline or not this was the straw that was going to get me out and his boy in.
"I see what this is," I seethed. "You want me out so Rodney can take over the team and all of their hard work."
"He's the best option right now."
"And Rob isn't?" I quipped. "Shit, he's been there for three years now. He knows the system and the girls. Rodney doesn't have a clue quite frankly."
"It doesn't concern you any more Mr. Tillman. Your time here is done."
"You know," I hissed. "I was planning to leave after this season anyway. You could have brought me in here and given me a chance to explain and fix the situation. I can see that isn't an option with you."
"My actions might seem swift but it's something I have to do," he said giving a crooked smile. "It's time you move on and let somebody else have a shot."
"Whatever," I snapped. "Just promise me that you won't take any disciplinary action towards Taylor. She has a scholarship waiting for her and this is going to screw it all up if she gets into trouble. If you want me out then I will go but you leave her alone."
"Taylor isn't the issue at hand. I just took care of the problem."
"Are we done here?" I sneered.
"I'm going with you so you can clean out your office."
"Let's go then," I said standing.
We didn't speak a word as we walked to the gym. It was four when we got in there so the girls were waiting on me. When I walked past them with the dean they knew something was up.
"What's going on?" Nikki asked.
"I've just been fired," I huffed. "I can no longer coach you girls or attend your games. You girls are taking orders from Rodney now."
"That's Coach Whiteman," Mr. Whiteman barked.
"Over my dead body if you think I'm calling him coach," I fired right back.
The girls looked stunned as they stood there wondering if this was really happening.
"What about Coach Rob?" Nikki asked.
"He's not good enough apparently."
"I never said that," Mr. Whiteman snapped. "Coach Rob has a responsibility with the JV team and I think he is best suited to stay where he is for the time being. We can evaluate him at the end of the season."
"What are you going to fire him for?" I snickered. "Because he drives a blue car and school color is red?"
"Mr. Tillman," he barked. "You need to get your stuff and leave at once. This scene will not be tolerated."
"What is he being fired for?" Tracy asked.
"It's a private matter and we will not discuss it at this time," Mr. Whiteman said.
"I'm dating Taylor," I said.
"Mr. Tillman," he coughed. "That's quite enough. Please get your stuff before I have to call the cops."
I turned and started for my office. I could hear the collective chatter of the girls as I made my way in and grabbed a little bin. I started cleaning out my desk as Mr. Whiteman stood watching me. In ten minutes I had everything from the past five years in my bin.
"Is that everything?" he questioned.
"Only thing I can't take with me is my pride," I quipped. "You ripped that right out from under me."
I started out the door and saw fifteen players standing by my door.