Author's Notes:
The final chapter in the epic Stupid Boy 15 book series. After over 9 million downloads, the story wraps up high school. David and his friends have many challenges to face and decisions to make. Join him as he navigates life and all that it brings. Senior Year Part III is a sexy romantic comedy with just enough sports and adventure mixed in to make it a must-read.
Original Copyright:
2020
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Chapter 1 -- Baby Steps
Paul rented a town car for our trip home. We'd breezed out of O'Hare because Lexi had the forethought to ship most everything back for us. It was the Sunday before Martin Luther King Day, so traffic was light getting out of Chicago. We soon settled in for the hour-and-a-half drive home.
"Are you mad that you have to take Chuck's place?" I asked.
Paul glanced over. When Chuck was brought on, he'd transferred to LA, where Fritz's security business was based.
"I'm not going to lie; I liked the big city. There's a lot more to do for someone single. I didn't like the traffic, though, and I look forward to getting a good night's sleep."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"I lived in an apartment complex where something was always going on, at all hours. It will be nice not to be woken at three a.m. with the neighbors screaming at each other."
"You could have moved," I suggested.
"Do you know what rent is in LA?" he asked.
"Kent told me he spent close to five grand a month. My mom usually gets $500 to $850 for her rentals, so I'm sure you'll save some money."
"I was paying about half what Kent paid, but you're right, I will be able to save quite a bit," he admitted.
"Why did my mom ask Fritz to pull Chuck?" I asked.
This was my real reason for starting the conversation. I had a feeling it involved Scarlet, Carol's mom. I could tell that Paul was uncomfortable, but he had become more than just one of my security guys. We'd managed to become friends.
"I'm not sure it's my place to say."
"Does it have something to do with him and Scarlet?"
"Yes," he admitted.
"Just tell me."
He glanced over, and he could see I wasn't going to leave him alone until he told me something.
"Okay, but I don't have all the facts. I've just heard the rumors in the office."
"I'm not looking to cause Chuck any problems. I need to know if I have to do anything for Scarlet," I said to assure him that I wouldn't try to get Chuck fired.
That didn't mean I wouldn't kick his butt if he hurt her, though. Of course, I didn't plan to tell Paul that.
"From what I hear, they had a good time at the New Year's Eve party, so he asked her out on a couple more dates. When they progressed to ... well, you know," he said.
"Sex," I provided.
"That's it," he said as he gave me a sideways glance. "I guess Scarlet wanted him to do stuff."
"Like ..." I prodded.
"Honestly, I don't know," he said, and I nodded that I understood.
The night I'd been with Scarlet and Ashley, they'd done a fantasy bit with Scarlet tied to the stairs and blindfolded. At the time, I thought it was hot. From recent conversations with Cindy and my uncle, I strongly suspected that Scarlet liked some fantasy games in her sex life.
"Did it freak him out?" I asked.
"From what I heard, he said some things, and your mom found out."
That disappointed me greatly. Just because Scarlet liked to spice things up, it didn't mean she should be verbally abused. I likened it to gay-bashing, which may have been at least tolerated a few decades ago, but which undoubtedly wasn't now.
As an athlete, I knew that locker-room talk sometimes went off the rails. It made me aware that words mattered and that it was probably not right to call my half-brother a slur word, even though he was a pain in the butt.
I vowed not to make the mistake some had made. During last year's NFL draft, it came to light that one of the top picks had tweeted something homophobic when he was fourteen. That tweet had NFL teams hesitant to draft him for fear of the backlash. From most accounts, it was just a stupid kid saying something he thought was funny at the time. He'd recanted and admitted it was a mistake.
This was where I had a problem with the PC police. They failed to take anything in context, and they had no forgiveness in their hearts. That player's tweet had cost him millions as he'd dropped way down in the draft order.
It just highlighted that there were real-world consequences for actions or words that often were harmless when seen in context. In this case, though, the cost had bounced right back onto Chuck. He'd made a 'politically incorrect' comment that was hurtful to the mother of one of my children, and my mom wouldn't take that lying down.
I was glad to see that my mom hadn't gone nuclear and had him fired. I would guess that Chuck wants to take back what he'd said to Scarlet. I'd always thought he was a good man. I mean, even Duke loved him, and he was a pretty good judge of character.
"You know my mom," I said to defend her.
I was glad she stood up for Scarlet and removed a potentially uncomfortable situation for her.
"No, I get it. I think Chuck might have gotten off easy. I've seen your mom when she gets on a roll."
We all had.
"He made it out alive," I said and smiled.
He shook his head with a smirk on his face.
"I hear Brook is moving. Are you going to try the long-distance routine?" he asked.
