The next part! A look into Gentry's mind, and just why he keeps his mouth shut:
Gentry entered the school office the next Monday only to receive a venomous glare from Zach, who was seated with crossed arms on a chair outside of one of the counselors’ rooms. He was holding a yellow note, indicating he had received a detention.
“Gentry Lee Johnson.”
Ms.Nasty, the student counselor, stood with crossed arms in the doorway of her office.She was a severe looking woman in conservative all-black clothes and clown-red lipstick. Gentry secretly called her the Wicked Bitch of the West, since her room was located in the west wing of the office. She ushered him inside, where there were fake white flowers on the table and pictures of smirking grooms and their manically grinning brides adorning the walls.
“What you did is unacceptable. Sit down.” Ms.Nasty ordered as she took her seat,”I just talked to your ‘friend’ Zach about this. Oral sex is unacceptable, especially in a pool.”
Gentry was tempted to ask why oral sex was especially unacceptable in a pool, but instead just nodded curtly.
“The school finds it highly offensive for athletes to engage in such conduct. As a role model, you should know better.”
“Of course.” Gentry gave his seductive little smile. He was careful not to admit to anything she accused him of, since that would incriminate him.
“Are you listening to me?” snapped Ms.Nasty.
“I expect that when I talk, you ARE listening to me. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m against oral sex in pools.” He preferred the bleachers.
With a deceptively polite smile, he let Ms.Nasty ramble on. There was no point in fighting directly with a powerful yet unintelligent bullwhip.