Andy Fox, Daughter, Athlete, Teenager, A Coach Fan Fiction Part 2

[JuliaBeth]

Forty-five minutes later, Hayden answered the door to see a slightly tall, very skinny boy standing on the other side.

The boy was wearing ripped blue jeans, a rock band t-shirt, and a long army jacket covered in pins, with combat boots. He also had a feather dangling from an earring in his ear.

“Yo, Man, I’m here to pick up Andy,” he said. “I’m Ricky Turner, by the way. Is she ready to go?”

Hayden laughed incredulously as he looked the boy up and down. “With you?”

“Yeah.”

“Not in this lifetime,” he replied.

“What do you mean?” Ricky asked confused.

“I mean, you aren’t taking my daughter anywhere like that,” Hayden said. “I’ll tell you what to do. Go home, clean yourself up, put on some decent clothes, and take that thing out of you ear. Then when you come back and I answer the door, speak to me with some respect. Then if I decide you’re good enough for my little girl, I’ll let her go, but not until then.” He shut the door in Ricky’s face.

Ricky stood there at the door for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure what had just happened. He finally shrugged and walked off the porch.


Hayden went back to his guests and continued talking as though they hadn’t been interrupted.

Twenty minutes later, A very angry Andy came out of her room.

Smiling as politely as possible, she said, “Excuse me please, everyone. Daddy, may I see you outside?”

“Can’t it wait, Honey?” Hayden asked. He was in the middle of detailing exactly what kinds of scholarships Minnesota State could offer Michael, and it looked like Mr. Dybinski was getting really interested.

“Oh, no sir,” she replied, sickeningly sweet. “It’s very important.”

“Well, yeah, sure, Honey,” he replied, looking as though he’d never figure her out. “Excuse me, gentlemen.”

He took her arm and led her out on the porch, grabbing his jacket on the way out. He put it around Andy’s shoulder.

She was wearing a little sweater dress and thin tights. He doubt the outfit would keep her warm, but that wasn’t what bothered him. What bothered him was that she looked nothing like herself.

With her hair teased and sprayed and a cosmetic store of make-up on her face, she was completely different from herself.

Andy hardly ever wore anything except jeans or sweats and tee-shirts. She usually put her hair in a ponytail and the only make-up she wore was tinted lip-gloss.

He didn’t like that she would change herself so much for a boy, especially one that didn’t even care enough for her to even put on decent clothes.