I leaned forward in my chair. “So this job is at a homeless shelter?”
“It’s not a homeless shelter, Mr. Hall. It is a center for at-risk youth,” Dr. McKensie corrected.
Part of me was slightly intrigued about working at Amad’s shelter. I mean, maybe I could meet him, and even though I wasn’t planning on trying to get drafted to the NFL, he might like me enough to put in a good word for me or some shit. Medical school would always be there, but I wouldn’t always have the opportunity to warm the Falcons’ bench for a chunk of cash.
The other part of me didn’t like the idea of being committed to forty hours a week during my vacation time. I had big plans of sleeping in after all-night parties and going back home on the weekends. During our practice break, I had planned to go down to Tybee Island to my parents’ beach house to chill out for a week or two.
Dr. McKensie narrowed his eyes at me. “Either you take the punishment handed to you, or you will no longer play football for our program.”
A shudder went through me at Dr. McKensie’s words. I hadn’t expected that hardcore response at all. In all these years, there hadn’t been a situation I couldn’t talk myself out of. Since I couldn’t seem to get the job done, I glanced over at my father. “Dad?” I questioned.
My father turned to me. Instead of resignation, there was irritation in them. “There’s nothing I can do, Cade. It’s working at The Ark or no football.”
I gritted my teeth. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
“I’m glad you decided to see it our way.”
What I didn’t know at the time was how that moment was about to change everything about me