Page 119 of The Rest is History
Inhaling deeply, I turn the pages in my file, wondering how it’s possible I’m actually sitting in a boardroom, trying to convince grown adults to let me keep my job while they try to fire me for being in love with two people at the same time.
“I am legally married to Sawyer Reed and have been for the past two years. Prior to that, we were in a monogamous relationship for four years. Earlier this year, my husband—”
I make sure to let that word come out clearly.
“—My husband and I decided to introduce a third person into our relationship. The decision was made consensually, among the three of us. The relationship is still new, and we are developing as what is commonly referred to as a throuple. Despite the short amount of time we have been together, we have already established a relationship based on trust and mutual respect. We care deeply for each other, and we have confidence that we will have a long and lasting romantic relationship.”
Genevieve looks like she’s suddenly sitting on fire ants, and Gerald looks more interested than he should for being such a fucking traitor. Honestly, I think he secretly gets off on these ‘alternate lifestyles’.
I continue: “My relationship with my husband and now, boyfriend—”
Deliah gasps, and if my job wasn’t on the line I would’ve laughed at how scandalized she looks.
“My relationships with my husband and boyfriend are private and conducted in the same way any healthy, committed relationship would be. It has not, in any way, hampered my ability to perform my duties as a teacher.”
I turn my attention to Genevieve Flock. Because she’s going to fucking look at me while I explain my whole fucking private life to this panel.
“Ms. Flock raised concerns about my influence over the kids at Linksfield High. I’d like to address that, particularly the events of this morning concerning the silent protest by the students. I don’t deny the influence I’ve had on them. I have, in fact, taught them far more than the importance of physical well-being or how to bring home championship wins. My influence over these kids have taught them to be more of who they are, not more of who I am. I taught them to believe in themselves, to always do what’s right even if it’s hard, and to never stand back and allow injustice, especially injustice against themselves. To see the world for all its goodness and ugliness and know that their voices can make a difference.”
I need to slow down or I’m going to join in their silent protest. I’m so angry, suddenly.
“The kids have learned that it isn’t just strategy and tactical game plays that win championships. They know it all starts inside their hearts and in their minds. What you saw out there this morning are kids standing up for what they believe in. They have a sense of justice. They’re thinking critically. We shouldn’t be tamping down their voices. We should be proud of their acceptance of alternative lifestyles. It shows their tolerance, acceptance and understanding that they live in a diverse world.”
Genevieve glares at me from across the table. “Proud, Mr. Cameron? Sixty children were escorted by the police out of this school this morning. They will miss important learning. I believe the student at the forefront of this silent protest is the captain of the football team you have been responsible for coaching. Are you saying we should be proud of students – student leaders – who defy authority figures so blatantly?”
“They’re peacefully expressing their views, as is their right.”
“They are children, Mr. Cameron,” she spits out.
“They still have the right to stand up for what they believe in.”
Ferdi interjects. “Thank you, Ms. Flock. Mr. Cameron, continue.”
Genevieve leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest, her face red with fury.
“Thank you,” I say. “In regard to the morality clause as detailed in section seven of the Code of Conduct, I believe morality is a highly subjective concept, and can mean different things to different people. To infer that I’ve brought the school into disrepute over my relationships is totally subjective, and, more importantly, it is discriminatory. Lastly, I must add that none of what has been discussed today provides any evidence of how my private life has negatively impacted my professional life. I’m a good teacher. I’m a good coach. I have good relationships with colleagues and students alike. My private life doesn’t take away or otherwise infringe upon the rights of any person – child or adult. It’s preposterous that my private life has been placed on trial in this manner. I believe the steps taken are too harsh and unnecessary. If any, I would like to see evidence of poor performance in my role at Linksfield. If there is none, I request that the allegations of moral indiscretion and bringing the school into disrepute be dismissed.”
There. I have nothing else.
Gerald’s statement consists of confirming that he had, in fact, spoken to me about my partner possibly cheating on me, and the fact that I did not come clean about the exact nature of my relationship indicates an intent to be deceptive. I tell him with my eyes to fuck off.
Deliah does nothing but relay secondhand information. Her ramblings become so frustrating that Ferdi has to cut her off and bring the meeting to a close.
Deliberations will take place over the next week and a decision will be reached within two weeks.
Chapter 57
Sawyer
Linksfield High faced their second loss in their eighth week of play in the middle of October. They played Eastridge High and got crushed 13-27. Asher is devastated and blames himself.
The fact that the terms of his suspension include not attending any matches and the prohibition of contact with any of the team members makes it much, much worse.
They were distracted, the guys at the woodlot said. It was obvious. Plus, they’re resistant to the new interim coach.
Regular season games are not televised and since I’m not allowed to attend the games either, according to the suspension terms, we catch live streams or social media updates.
“Hey.” I step outside on the porch on Sunday morning. Reece and Ash are outside, watching the sun come up. It’s too early for Reece but he hasn’t been able to sleep much these last few weeks.
