Chapter 7Abe stared at his phone. The first class of the day had gone well, he’d met some of the guys on the football team and talked a little about what they’d done in practice, and how it would be in the future.
Right after the lesson, he’d dropped by his desk in the main building, but Jonas had been in class. He’d wandered the corridors in hopes of spotting him somewhere and maybe dragging him into a broom closet and kissing him silly—in his fantasies it was a great plan, but in his fantasies he didn’t have to take lessons and students into consideration. Soon, he was beginning to feel like a stalker and went back to his desk in the gym office.
The locker-room smell clung to the brick walls, as it should. He loved the gym, loved the high ceilings and the way sounds echoed, the screech
