Bullies Mocked a New Cheerleader at School, Never Realizing Her Father Was a Member of the Hells Angels

Ren showed him that evening, set the phone down between them, let him look at what he needed to look at. He kept his hands still on either side of the phone. He’d learned over a long and not entirely admirable life. How to keep his body still when everything else wasn’t. It was a skill that came from discipline or experience or both.

And he’d gotten it the hard way. Already reported it, Ren said. Screenshot report documented. Good. School has a policy.

They’re supposed to investigate, will they? She looked at him without flinching. I don’t know. That depends on things outside my control. He pushed the phone back across the table, looked at his daughter.

You’re not going to let this stop you, he said. Not a question. No. She met his eyes. But I’m also not going to pretend it doesn’t hurt.

That was Ren. The toughness and the honesty about what the toughness cost both at once, neither caning the other. Boon had spent years trying to hold both himself and hadn’t always managed it. It should hurt, he said. It’s wrong.

It should hurt. He paused. You still going to practice Thursday? Yes. Okay.

They ordered pizza that night and ate it in the living room with a nature documentary running on television that neither of them had picked and neither of them turned off. Normal was something you built deliberately in the margins of hard things. Boon had known that for years from circumstances considerably uglier than this one. Tuesday morning, Boon went to see Coach Foster before school started. He found her in the small office off the gym.

Coffee on the desk, a schedule on the wall covered in notations. The organized chaos of a person running several things simultaneously and managing all of them. He knocked. She looked up Mr. Ashford, no surprise in it, which told him something.

He sat down without being invited. She didn’t seem to mind. You’ve seen what’s happening to my daughter online. He said, “Yes, I reported it to the principal Sunday night when a student brought it to my attention. What’s the principal going to do? ” Foster looked at him steadily, then at the wall, then back at him.

He’ll investigate, she said. Which means he’ll speak to the students involved who will deny it. He’ll document the conversations and send letters home to parents. She paused. And DD Ree is Grady Pierce’s stepson.