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.Scott had to reassess his opinion about John s personal-ity.Sure, he was opinionated and a control freak, but he also seemed to havea genuinely kind heart.Scott let out a whistle when they stepped into a spacious room blinkingand humming with the latest computer equipment.It looked like a controlroom from a Sci-Fi movie. This is certainly state of the art, Scott said in awe.39Viki Lyn Courtesy of Fantasy Arts.Ryan s idea.He didn t want computer graphicsto be left out of the curriculum. It s very generous of him. Scott frowned at the tender voice when Johnsaid Ryan s name.He knew Ryan was the owner of the gaming company.WasJohn in love with him? He d heard that Ryan had a boyfriend. Ryan is a good friend.He teaches here when he can.Loves the kids. John seyes sparkled. He s one himself.But then, that s why the company is successful. Computer gaming? I don t have a high opinion of it.It s a bunch of teensblowing things up, spending hours comatose in front of the boob tube.I didn tallow Rob to play games, which was to his advantage.He s always been topin his class.John s brows hitched at his diatribe, but honestly, Scott detested what theindustry stood for: mindless hours pursuing a mindless task. You re misinformed.Studies actually have come out in favor of gaming.You probably picture a disturbed teen playing in his dark basement, imagininggunning down his enemies.Right? Something like that. Most teens play with others, and it s a social gathering for them.Racing,puzzles, and sports are the top sellers, not the first person shoot ups. How do you know so much about the industry? Ah, well, you see&  John stroked his chin. Ryan talks about it all thetime.He s obsessed.Ryan again.Scott inwardly cringed at the stab of jealousy the name evoked. So what s your involvement here? I m on the Board and handle the financials.Also, I teach the kids whatit takes to live on their own so they understand how important it is to get aneducation or a trade where they can support themselves. A worthy cause. That s why I hope you ll agree to my proposal.I want you to considerteaching a workshop.You re practically a cult figure with these kids.Panic hit at the idea of speaking in front of a group of people, even if itwas a room full of teenagers.His shyness had prevented his agent from bookingpromotional tours.He even had it written in his contract that he would notmake public appearances. What do you say? John looked at him with anticipation.Scott gritted his teeth, knowing his face showed his annoyance. Teachingis for people who can t write.40John s MatchJohn crossed his arms. It would only be one day.It might do you goodto reach out to others less fortunate.A way to get over that block of yours. What are you  my shrink? Scott fisted his hands, his temper igniting. I said no.He should have known John had an ulterior motive for being nice to him.The guy had wanted a favor.Scott stormed to the Ferrari, barely able to catch a breath.He hated beingsummarized like a paragraph in a self-help book.John had no idea what he dbeen through and had no right to analyze him.John grabbed Scott s arm, stopping his stride and yanking him around. What s your problem? For fuck s sake, don t be so goddamn selfish by makingeveryone around you as miserable as you are.Rage flushed Scott s cheeks as he pushed John back. Take me home.John scoffed. That s the best idea you ve had all day.A cold silence filled the car.The drive home seemed to take forever.Johnparked in the driveway and kept the engine running.Scott chewed his lowerlip, waiting for an apology.When none was forthcoming, he got out of the car.Now that his temper subsided, he wanted to say something, anything totry to salvage the day.It had been good, and he d had fun.John had been greatfor the most part.And he had no friends here.He ducked his head inside the carto say something, anything, but John sat with his fingers curled tightly aroundthe steering wheel, staring out the front window.Fine.Scott could be as stubborn as the next guy.He slammed the door behind him and strode up the porch, refusing to lookback at John.Once inside his house, he got a beer from the fridge and noticedthe bottle shook in his hand.John had a way of fueling his temper.Arrogant,conceited, and totally in the wrong, how dare that John size him up as a miser-able, selfish man?Because that s what I ve become.He couldn t teach kids.It wasn t in him.He was too fucking shy and tooembarrassed to admit it.So why hadn t he explained the reason to John, insteadof letting him think the worst of him?And again, Scott didn t write a single word for the rest of the day [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]