Our Invisible String (Complete Version)

7 (Taylors Version)

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I sat down in my chair and leant back, making sure the door was closed before I undid my top and attached the milk pump to each breast. Of course, breast feeding directly was better for Abby, but she hadn't been particularly hungry this morning, so I now had milk and I wasn't going to waist that liquid gold or ruin her favourite lacey bra. Plus, I was wearing a white top, and the milk stains would make it shine through which as a teacher was unacceptable.

I had a free period now so plenty time to pump while I logged into my teachers account to oversee the emails and work, I could already get done. My brows shot up in surprise at the name that popped up on my screen.

So, he had seen the note. A weird tingly sensation filled my body, and I couldn't help but grin. It was exciting, writing the little note to tease him, knowing it would rile him up. I had always liked the way some people could get frustrated and suddenly just seemed so much more attractive. Like they could just push you against the wall and rail- no, no thinking like that about Travis Kelce.

The last time I had let someone do things with me against a wall was the night after which I found out I was pregnant with Abby.

I opened the email with a click of my mouse, making air of my anger while reading. He knew exactly what buttons to push and while he did it and I resented him for it, I wondered which other buttons he could push this perfectly.

'Miss Swift,
Snooping might be frowned upon, but so is going out of your way to send a childish note for no reason.

The note wasn't childish! It was cute and high school-y but certainly not childish! One could even argue a handwritten not with GLITTER pen had a lot more style and charm than a freaking email. "Immature little asshole." I huffed.

You could have found my email, but if you ever feel the need to leave me more pretty purple notes on a pink post it note, you go ahead.

"Oh, I will you'll see."

Whatever makes you feel like you've made an impact.

"Asshole, obviously it did something for you, or this wouldn't be there." I huffed gesturing towards the monitor.

However, we're adults now, so maybe don't let your students see you trying so desperately to get my attention through picking a fight.

"GET YOUR ATTENTION?? I'M NOT TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION, YOU TINY DICK PRICK!" I shouted at my screen gesturing wildly. I was not trying to get his fucking attention; I was trying to provoke him.

Don't get me wrong, I'm more than happy to bite,

"BITE?! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING HERE!"

but let's keep it between us. Alright?

"THERE IS NO US YOUR DOUCHEBAG!"

Not so sincerely,
Coach Kelce. Since you insist, I call you Miss Swift, you don't get first name privileges either.'

"Petty little penised idiot." I cursed and was about to slam into my keyboard to answer, when I heard a timid knock on my door. I quickly put the pump away and sealed the little compartments with my milk, before rushing to the door, I just had enough time to tug my shirt up before I opened it.

Jason stood in the door, wearing a pair of jeans shorts, a red crop top and a little scarf while his heeled sandals were the exact same colour as his top. "Am I interrupting something?"

He asked, politely looking into my face while his hand gestured toward my top. I cursed quickly buttoning up the top, a light red shade taking over my cheeks.

"Not at all, what can I help you with?" I asked smoothing over my hair. This was going to result in gossip, I could already sense it.

"Just wanted to apologize for yesterday, Cassy and I haven't seen each other all summer because my parents think I shouldn't be hanging around with so many girl friends that aren't my girlfriend and we were just being silly, but it won't happen again... at least not this week, I can't promise anything for next week when we can talk about who officially is in the football team and can gossip about that."

I couldn't help but smile softly. He was a good kid and so was Cassy. I knew they couldn't stop gossiping and if it wasn't just about how hot my ex-bully was, I was fine with it, even found it pretty entertaining but I couldn't admit that.

"it's okay Jason, I shouldn't have reacted so poorly, like I wanted to explain to you guys it had been a tough day already, I was beginning to get a migraine and frustrated, and it was just the straw that broke that camel's back. I shouldn't have snapped at you guys like that. I felt so back afterwards I even baked some cookies yesterday as an apology."

Jason's expression softened and he smiled back. "Don't worry about it, Miss Swift, it was just a surprise since you normally never ever snap at us, you don't even get louder like other teachers. To be honest I must admit I think we underestimated you. You've got claws Miss Swift."

"Thank you?" I wasn't really sure whether it was supposed to be meant as a compliment or not.

"Did you have problems with your baby yesterday? I know little ones can be difficult, I have three little sisters."

I smiled but shook my head. "Actually, she's been a little angel, she's very new-mom friendly. It's more some other stuff that's a lot, and a new school year always has some stress to it. Three sisters can be a lot I'm guessing."

He laughed again. "Actually, I think it's not a lot more work for my parents as I am, we all love dressing up as princesses and doing our hair and makeup, I'm just better at it. But you know Miss if you ever need someone to look after Abby I'm down to babysit, only 5 $ per hour."

I grinned and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind, thank you. I'll see you guys later; I have class in like 10 minutes. and so do you."

"Well good luck." He called waving me goodbye while he went off and I smiled while closing the door after me. I loved my job really. It wasn't my first choice, not my second or third either but every day I learned something new about my kids, about their habits, hobbies, homelife and more.

It was exciting and I always made sure to write it down somewhere to make sure I wouldn't forget it. It helped me to curate the lessons more to their interest and I could give better advice, if I ever needed to.

I turned back to my computer and bit my lip, deciding to be petty. I clicked on the reply button and started to type away.

"Dear" Coach Kelce,

In the contrary to your previous statement, I would argue that a written note is a lot classier than an email, but for you I'm willing to lower my niveau so you can really understand me. I know writing can be very hard especially for someone who hasn't handed in an assignment since preschool so I will make it easy for you and indulge in your little petty email so you can understand me clearly this time.

I am however not trying to get your attention and it's more than just bolt to assume I was when you are the one that sneaks up on me, follows me to my class, listens in on very private phone calls and whom I catch staring at me anytime I look around. Talk about obsession huh?

The only impact I'd be hoping to make for you is the establishment of manners on your part and there is absolutely nothing to keep between us because there is no us.

With the utmost disrespect,

Not your Miss Swift.

I closed my laptop and went off, content with myself to go to my next class, taking the cookies with me. I knew I shouldn't care or even think about it, but I couldn't wait to read his reply already.  

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