Page 85 of Scoring Chances
“One question at a time, please, folks,”Coach Murray says into his mic.
“Hicks, are the children yours?”
“Are you the father?”
“Whose kids are they? One of them is a teenager not much younger than yourself.”
“One question at a time,” Coach repeats into his mic.
“Uh… no comment,” I say. Probably a little too late. Rina throws her hands up in the back of the room. She makes her way to the front and grabs a mic.
“Alright, well that’s all the time we have for questions right now. I’d like to thank Coach Murray and Joshua Hicks for coming out today. And for each of you that are here.”
“One final question,” a woman rises from her seat in the very back. “How do you feel that your nanny has been selling information to gossip sites and paparazzi?”
I pull the mic toward me. “What are you talking about?”
“Your nanny, Cassidy Jones,” the woman says. “How do you feel about her using your fame in order to make money off of you and your personal life?”
She wouldn’t.
“It’s not true,” I say into the mic.
I shake my head as I rise from my seat and follow Rina out the door.
“What was she talking about?” Rina asks me. “Cassidy selling information to the media about you?”
“It’s not true. Just some reporter trying to stir up trouble.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. What motive could she possibly have to do that?”
“Okay,” she says, suspiciously.
“How’s soccer dou–dude?” I ask, glancing at her ring.
“He’s fine,” she says as we walk down the staff corridor.
“Shouldn’t you be on your honeymoon?”
“He’s in the middle of a season.”
“So…”
“So nothing, Hicks. Worry about your own stuff,” she glares at me.
“Okay, Rina. Good talk as always. See you around.”
“See ya,” she says, stopping at her office and shutting the door behind her.
Walking back to my car, I wonder what that reporter was even talking about. There’s no way Cassidy would sell information about me.
She covered for me with Mom and Oliver. She takes care of my siblings like they’re her own.
So why would somebody make something up like that?
I shut the door to my car.