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Date Posted: Saturday, February 04, 08:46:41pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 372+" on Sunday, January 15, 12:29:17am
“I think I left that book out in the garage,” Sabina declared as she had Reagan’s hand while pulling her out of the house. “I know I had it out here.”
“Sabina,” Reagan stated as she didn’t believe this charade at all, but didn’t push it too hard right now. The girl was just settling into school and Reagan was trying to make it as normal as possible. But it wasn’t being helped that the school didn’t get the point of what Michael and Nikita wanted for their daughter.
The school was not fighting directly with Michael and Nikita for the moment. But they were fighting against Reagan. When Reagan got the schedule for Sabina, she protested. It had Sabina in class for homeroom, lunch and gym. It made no sense to Reagan at all. The first grade class, filled with children Sabina’s age, had other classes that Sabina could be a part of without needing to be alone with Reagan. There was no reason why Sabina was not part of their art class and not a part of their music class. To think that a young girl like Sabina wasn’t interested in those things either was an error on the school that Reagan was trying to rectify without Sabina and her parents finding out.
After Reagan got Sabina into those classes, she had the next set of classes to advocate Sabina being a part of – health class and the time in the library. Even computer class. Reagan didn’t understand why this was being so hard as she had found out that the school is very inclusive for children with learning difficulties and other disabilities.
Sabina sighed as she knew that Reagan knew. She turned with a frown on her face as she stood outside of the door to the garage. “How about we make a deal?”
“How about we go back to your room and you get started with your homework?” Reagan inquired. She watched as Sabina shook her head back and forth. “I’ll just keep on forgetting where the book is until you listen to my deal.”
Reagan stood there and tilted her head to the side. She couldn’t believe how cheeky this girl was.
Then she thought about who Sabina's parents were.
“You are my teacher during the day… and I love it. But I don’t need you while I’m doing homework. So maybe then you can be Adam’s teacher,” Sabina announced, knowing that she had a moment of Reagan being surprised to open the door and slip into the garage.
“GET OUT!” Adam’s voice growled out as the door shut and brought Reagan out of the stunned silence that she had been in. Reagan stepped forward and pulled the door open to see Sabina standing in front of her half-brother, her hands on her hips. “I don’t think mom and dad know what you are doing.”
“It’s not your business or theirs… now get out,” Adam hissed as he pointed towards the door and groaned. He dropped the dumbbell that was in his hand and leaned his head back. “Can’t a guy get any privacy while he is working out?”
“Something wrong?” Reagan inquired and Adam rolled his eyes. “Get her out of here… aren’t you to be teaching her stuff?”
“Reagan has been a great teacher and I want you to have her as a teacher when we aren’t at school,” Sabina announced with nothing but pure intentions her motive. Reagan rubbed Sabina’s shoulders as Adam turned away. “Adam… she just started school and tells me all about the great stories you told her about school…”
“Well, that was her school… and middle school,” Adam walked away. “I don’t need a special teacher.”
“I didn’t think classes were a problem,” Reagan commented as she looked around. “It’s different being the young one in the school, isn’t it, Adam?”
“That isn’t the problem,” Adam hissed as he glared at Reagan. “Now get out of here… and don’t go blabbing this all around… this is my business.”
“What is all of this racket?” Davenport’s voice entered the garage. Reagan turned and saw him for a moment. She knew that he was around and she should have talked to him before this. But there simply wasn’t time. “Sabina was trying to be nice to her brother…”
“She was sticking her nose into my personal business,” Adam protested.
And it brought tears to Sabina’s eyes. “I wanted you to be happy like I am, Adam. You said that school is fun and it makes you happy. You aren’t happy!”
Reagan didn’t stop Sabina from running out of the garage. She looked at Davenport and stepped forward. “He may need a man to man talk… and not from his father.”
“I don’t need you telling me what to do,” Davenport replied back. Reagan exhaled as she lifted her hands. “Just a suggestion…”
Davenport looked around the space and rubbed his hands together. “I thought you were trying out for the soccer team…”
“I made the soccer team,” Adam bent down and picked up the weight and put it back on the rack. Davenport moved to the weights and nodded his head. “I didn’t know that soccer players felt the need to bulk up or anything.”
“It’s my decision,” Adam glared at the wall, not looking at Davenport. Davenport picked up the weight and placed it back down. “Your dad showed you a lot, right? Sparring and things?”
“Yeah,” Adam nodded his head up and down.
“But not weight lifting… your dad didn’t like weights much,” Davenport commented as he went and leaned against the wall. “In fact… I bought all the weights.”
“Then take them to your new place,” Adam retorted as he turned his back towards Davenport. Davenport cleared his throat. “Are you working out because you want to beat someone up at school?”
“No,” Adam snapped and Davenport weight. Adam turned around with fire in his eyes. “My dad taught me how to defend myself… and how to be smart. It wouldn’t be smart to attack at school. But if they attack me, they won’t expect me.”
“You don’t need to be lifting weights too in order to protect yourself like that,” Davenport calmly replied and Adam shook his head. “I don’t need a lecture.”
“I’m not lecturing,” Davenport snorted gently as he watched Adam starting to pace from side to side. “So, things aren’t going as you expected at school, are they?”
“They are different.”
Davenport waited and pushed away from the wall. “It will get better, Adam. I’m sure that you are just having problems adjusting because so much has changed this year… but you have friends like Lisa…”
“Friends like Lisa,” Adam repeated as he chuckled. “Yeah, Davenport… I have friends like Lisa.”
Davenport shook his head from side to side. Adam was that age. “Lisa is going thru a lot too, Adam. New school… new family…”
“New classes,” Adam retorted as he picked up a towel and then tossed it against the wall. “Just leave me alone. Go to your new house and leave me alone.”
“You don’t have to be alone, right now,” Davenport pointed out as he walked to the young man and slapped his shoulders. “I might be leaving… but if you need me, I’m here for you.”
“I’m fine,” Adam hissed and Davenport pulled away. “You can keep the weights, Adam.”
“I won’t use them any longer,” Adam shook his head and Davenport chuckled. “No… you are a teenage boy who thinks that his friend, who is a girl, suddenly isn’t spending time with him because he is not like the other, upperclassmen at school… you think you need to bulk up to make an impression… so tomorrow, you’ll come in here and start lifting again… you can keep them.”
Davenport knew that there was nothing else he could do to get Adam out of this funk for now. Michael would know the same thing. Nikita wouldn’t. For now, Davenport could only walk away. But he knew that Adam could easily take this to the extreme because he was Michael’s son. Tomorrow he would make sure to get a camera into the garage to just be sure. Davenport was sure that Michael knew Adam was out here for some reason, but was staying back. That was fine for Michael. It wasn’t fine for Davenport. He needed proof that Adam was fine and that was going to be achieved by the camera.
It was just going to be a long couple years of Adam being a teenager, not just for Michael and Nikita – but for all of them.
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