Chapter 7 - The Person Inside the School
Jaylen did not tell his parents.
Not that night.
Not the next morning.
Secrecy had become a kind of currency inside the Hall house.
Everybody possessed some.
Everybody feared losing theirs.
At breakfast Derrick barely spoke.
Monique drank coffee she never finished.
The family calendar remained on the wall, but Derrick had crossed out Jaylen’s Friday basketball training with a thick black marker.
Jaylen stared at it.
“You’re really taking basketball?”
“Until the school finishes the investigation.”
“That has nothing to do with basketball.”
Derrick looked up.
“It has everything to do with whether we trust you.”
“You borrowed money against the house and didn’t tell Mom.”
Silence.
Monique slowly lowered her coffee.
Derrick’s eyes narrowed.
“You were listening.”
“You were yelling.”
“You were upstairs.”
“It’s my house too.”
Derrick inhaled slowly.
Jaylen continued.
“So you can lie when it’s for your business.”
“I didn’t lie.”
“You hid it.”
Derrick’s jaw hardened.
Monique spoke quietly.
“He’s not wrong.”
Derrick looked at her.
Jaylen almost smiled.
There.
The crack.
He knew how to widen it.
“Mom was trying to help me,” he said.
Derrick looked back at him.
“She paid somebody to do your schoolwork.”
“She didn’t know.”
“That didn’t stop you from using it.”
Jaylen stood.
“And you used the house.”
“Sit down.”
“No.”
Derrick’s voice sharpened.
“Jaylen.”
The boy stared at him.
For one dangerous second neither moved.
Then Monique said:
“Sit down.”
Jaylen looked at her.
Her expression did not soften.
He sat.
Derrick noticed.
That mattered.
Before anyone could speak again, the doorbell rang.
Aunt Renee entered carrying breakfast sandwiches.
“I assumed nobody cooked.”
Nobody laughed.
She placed the bag on the counter.
“What did I miss?”
Jaylen muttered, “Dad risked the house.”
Renee looked at Derrick.
“What?”
Derrick closed his eyes.
Twenty minutes later Renee knew everything.
The HELOC.
The hidden emergency withdrawals.
Ellis.
The answer key.
When Derrick finished, Renee sat back.
“Congratulations.”
Everyone looked at her.
“You have successfully proven to your sixteen-year-old that every person in authority in this house has a private definition of honesty.”
Derrick frowned.
“I borrowed money for my business.”
“Without telling your wife.”
“I was protecting payroll.”
Monique said, “And I was protecting our son.”
Renee nodded.
“Exactly.”
Neither liked that.
Jaylen watched her.
Renee turned to him.
“And you.”
“What?”
“You’re enjoying this.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You are.”
Jaylen’s face hardened.
“You think if everybody else is guilty, yours disappears.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Renee leaned forward.
“Your parents being wrong does not make you right.”
Jaylen looked away.
“And their mistakes do not erase yours.”
Jaylen muttered:
“Everybody keeps acting like I’m the worst person here.”
“No.”
Renee’s voice softened.
“You’re the youngest person here.”
He looked at her.
“That means you still have more time than the rest of us to stop becoming somebody you won’t like.”
The room quieted.
Jaylen’s old phone vibrated inside his hoodie.
He froze.
Renee noticed.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
Derrick held out his hand.
“What phone?”
Jaylen stood.
“I don’t have one.”
The phone vibrated again.
Derrick’s expression changed.
“Give it to me.”
Jaylen backed away.
“No.”
“Jaylen.”
“No!”
He ran toward the stairs.
Derrick moved after him.
Monique grabbed Derrick’s arm.
“Don’t chase him.”
“I’m not chasing him.”
“You’re angry.”
“He has a secret phone.”
Jaylen stopped halfway upstairs.
“Because you people take everything!”
Derrick stared upward.
“You lost privileges because you broke trust.”
“You break trust too!”
The words echoed.
Derrick flinched.
Jaylen pulled out the phone.
For a moment it looked as though he might throw it.
Instead Renee said:
“Who keeps messaging you?”
Jaylen looked at her.
Something in her calmness broke through where anger had failed.
“Ellis.”
Monique covered her mouth.
Derrick said, “Come down.”
Jaylen hesitated.
Then descended.
He handed the phone to Renee, not Derrick.
Renee opened the messages.
Her face changed.
She looked at Jaylen.
“Who gave Ellis the school material?”
Jaylen looked toward the kitchen window.
Nobody moved.
Renee repeated the question.
Finally Jaylen said:
“Mr. Lawson.”
Derrick frowned.
“Who is that?”
“Assistant basketball coach.”
Monique whispered:
“Oh my God.”
Jaylen stared at the floor.
“He works as a substitute sometimes. He has access to teacher workrooms.”
“Why would a coach sell tests?” Derrick asked.
Jaylen shrugged.
“Money.”
“How do you know?”
Jaylen looked at him.
“Because Ellis gave me stuff through him before.”
The confession was quiet.
Derrick sat down.
“How long?”
“Since spring.”
Monique began crying.
Jaylen looked at her.
“I didn’t ask you to cry.”
She stared at him.
“You let me defend you.”
“You wanted to.”
That hurt more than shouting.
Jaylen continued.
“You wanted to believe I didn’t know.”
Monique’s face crumpled.
Renee stood.
“This needs to go to the school.”
Jaylen panicked.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“If they know I told, I’m done.”
“Done with what?”
“Basketball. Everything.”
Derrick looked at his son.
“Then maybe everything needs to stop until the truth starts.”
Jaylen shook his head.
“You don’t understand.”
“What don’t I understand?”
Jaylen stared at him.
Then whispered:
“Lawson isn’t just selling tests.”
Renee frowned.
“What else?”
Jaylen swallowed.
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