NATHAN
Coach Reyes doesn't ask me to sit down, which tells me everything before he says a word.
"You know why you're here."
"I've got a guess."
"Then let's stop pretending." He drops a printout on the desk—a screenshot of the post, still circulating, still very much a problem despite what I made Tyler do. "This is now part of a formal harassment investigation. You're named in it. Not as the one who posted it, but as someone with a documented pattern involving the same student."
"I told Tyler to take it down. I got in his face about it Saturday, in front of people. That has to count for something."
"It counts as one moment." Coach leans back. "One moment doesn't erase four years, Nathan. I've watched you make that girl's life miserable since freshman year. You want credit for finally
