games operations | jamie drysdale

Chapter Eighteen

The season was going by pretty fast, it was somehow already the beginning of December, which was shocking to me. My team was great so far, they all learned pretty fast which I loved, and seemed to work pretty well together. And just like I assumed, so far there were no issues through the season with Jamie being on the team and me working for them. It was scary to think that my internship was almost over and I'd be up for a job with the team. 

I was in the office working on the final touches of the script and schedule for our game against Vegas tonight. That's one team I would love to go in person to watch and shadow their game operations and entertainment, they seem to have their shit together. 

"Skyler, we have an issue." Scott said, knocking on my door and coming in.

"Oh? What's the problem?" I asked him.

"Well, we just heard that your school is going in person next semester." He said. 

"Shit." I replied. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. 

"Well, Bob said he'd figure something out for you, right?" Scott asked. I nodded my eyes still closed I didn't want to open them because I knew I would start crying. Even though Scott wasn't great at getting things done, we did start actually getting along over the past couple months, once he learned that my relationship wouldn't hinder on my job.

"Yeah, he did, but I'm not sure what he'll be able to do." I said, after a minute or so, finally opening my eyes again too. 

"You'd be surprised, I'll go talk to him, because I know we want to keep you." Scott said, giving me a soft smile and turning to walk away. I stood up almost immediately, grabbing my phone and keys, walking outside to get some fresh air. I walked over to my car in the lot and exhaled deeply.

"Fuck!" I yelled. I wanted to break something, I couldn't tell if I was mad, upset, annoyed, or what. Maybe a mix of all three. I couldn't give up my life here anymore, everything was here. Except school, I guess. 

"Skyler? Are you okay?" I turned around and saw Dallas Eakins the head coach walking up to me.

"Yeah, I'm good." I replied, using my index fingers and running them directly under my eyes to wipe the tears that started to fall.

"You don't seem fine." He said. There was a common theme of everyone at the office treating me like I was their kid. 

"I'm good, just might have to move my entire life and leave half of it here." I said, not even worrying about the tears that were now free falling. 

"Oh shit, that's not good. What's going on?" He asked.

"I don't fully know yet. School is going back in person next semester, in Toronto. A million hours away, nowhere close to here, my job, my boyfriend." I said, trying hard not to punch my tire. Dallas didn't answer, he just pulled out his phone and started typing away before sliding it back into his suit pocket. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be having this outburst in the middle of the parking lot. Not very professional of me."

"That's okay, you need to feel this, it's a big thing. Come here kiddo." He said, reaching his arms out and pulling me into a hug. I guess this is the one good thing about being treated like everyone's kid, I always get all the support I needed, from anyone who's a parent, it feels like my parents are around to an extent. Within the hug my phone started vibrating, whoever it was I didn't want to answer. "You should get that." He said, pulling away from the fatherly hug. I nodded, wiping my tears away again. My makeup was definitely ruined. I pulled my phone out and it was Scott.

"Hey Scott, sorry I just stepped outside for some air." I said, answering the phone. 

"That's okay, come on in whenever you're ready and come to my office when you can." He said, hanging up the phone. I slid it back in my pocket and sighed, wiping my face again. I leaned down to look into one of my side mirrors, seeing the mascara dripping down my cheeks just made the feeling even worse, that's one of the worst feelings is already being sad and now you just look sad too.