Small World (1)

"Hey Coach T… I kind of messed up." 

Tex was walking around in circles with his cell phone clutched to his ear, his voice sounding rather stressed. He had been agonizing over making this call for quite a while, but eventually decided to bite the bullet.

"I saw your son in Dallas and spoke to him without thinking. D—Don't worry though! As soon as I realized, I quickly ran away." Tex admitted, his face somber.

"Anyway… Call me back when you get this message."

With that, Tex hung up, letting out a deep sigh. "Hopefully he takes it okay…" He muttered, placing the phone back in his pocket.

He turned towards the school and walked back. He wouldn't hear the end of it if he failed to do his job properly on top of all this mess. Thankfully, no one was around to see the exchange between the two, so as long he was careful, nothing would happen.