coach >> cth

soccer

Monday, period 4, pe.

This will be the first time I'll see Mr. Hood since Friday.

I have pe on Fridays, Wednesdays, and Mondays.

Monday, period 4.

Wedensday, period 1.

Friday, period 6 last thing

Shrugging on my black hoodie I grab my phone and leave the locker room. As I enter the hall I search for a mop of brown curls and eventually scope them out.

"Hey Harry, oh my god we have a new coach..he's hot as fuck!" I gush, recalling the fact that Harry was off last week.

"Hmm can't wait to see him! But he'll never be as hot as Mr. Tomlinson." He smirks, the image of our biology teacher flicking through his brain.

Yeah Harry's gay, but to be honest it doesn't bother me at all, I love him, he's my best friend, always has been since kindergarten and then we met Ashton here at high school, the three of us are practically inseparable. I don't really get along with the other girls, they all hate me, judge me, make fun of me. There are a couple that I get along with I suppose, but not much really.

"Yeah well biology teachers don't do much for me, but if you mix english with Mr. Malik then I'm just done."

"Ooh but what about that little kink you have for Mr. Clifford in drama?" Ashton interjects into our conversation.

"Well yeah but we can't forget Mr. Payne the social ed. teacher!" I point out,"but I wish I had music with Mr. Hemmings." I sigh.

"Oh come on you have home ec. with Mr. Horan." Harry adds looking down at the floor.

"Oh Jesus, here comes the new guy!" Ashton leans his right shoulder against the wall whilst crossing his arms over his chest.

Both me and Harry push our backs off the wall to get a better view of the masterpiece that just entered the room.

The whole room goes silent as he occupies the white circle in the center of the hall.

"I." He begins, taking in the faces of every student in the stuffy room,"am Mr. Hood, your new coach." He smirks and winks as he reaches for the register which is conveniently placed on the floor infront of him.

"Your right he's goddamned gorgeous!" Harry whispers beside me, twisting his neck to see the beautiful specimen of a man infront of us.

"Shut up fuckboy, nobody's as hot as me." Ashton laughs.

"Ashton Irwin?"

"Here!" Mr. Hood's voice trails off as he moves down the list of names.

"Harry Styles?"

"Yes coach." He wiggles his eyebrows in a suggestive manor. I roll my eyes and wait for my own name, unfortunately its last on the list.

"Scarlett Watson?" He says coming closer to me as he already knows its me.

"Um..here dad, oh my god no! Um here sir!" My eyes widen as I realise what I have just said.

He comes closer to me than I believe suitable for a teacher and my cheeks heat with a bright blush.

"Don't worry Scarlett." He leans into my ear and whispers, "you can call me daddy any day." And with that he jogs off to grab the net sack full of soccer balls.

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"Harry your a team leader, and..you too Jesse, right choose your teams boys!" Mr. Hood seems to be settling in well already in our school and learning our names fast.