Our Invisible String (Complete Version)

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All throughout football try-outs, I couldn't stop thinking about Taylor, or Miss Swift as she'd demanded I call her if we really had to interact. God, she really did hate me. Sometimes I caught a flash of an expression that maybe she didn't, but then she snapped and glared and I didn't want to push her over the edge.

I didn't know what was going on in her life, but there was something very different about her. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Maybe it was because I didn't and had never known her well enough, but it almost seemed like she was hiding something. Well, not quite hiding. Just avoiding the subject off. Because I knew there was something.

Even though I was a little distracted thinking about the blonde, I still forced myself to really pay attention to all of the boys trying out. I had the old team members mixed in, and they were all great. Talented.

By the time five o'clock came around, I'd extended the number of boys I wanted to take on by six, and I had thirteen new team members. The boys were really happy as they packed up, and I watched as they left, glancing down at the list I'd made. I was confident that I had a good team, but I was a little nervous about the actual coaching. Yeah I'd been on teams for years and had dabbled a little in instructing, but maybe coaching a whole team that was my responsibility made me a little nervous. I was sure that I'd be fine, but hell, you never knew.

Going back to my office, I put the list down on my desk for tomorrow, deciding I wouldn't do anything else today. I was tired, new at this job and what came with it.

Locking up my office, I checked my phone as I walked out of the gym. The place was mostly deserted; only a few teachers cars left in the car park and a few students leaving after-school activities. I walked over to the car park, absent-mindedly scrolling through my messages as I walked to my car. Then I heard a voice and glanced up, realizing that Taylor's car was parked right next to mine, and she was standing next to it, the driver door open.

"Yes, I did." She laughed into her phone, leaning against her car, facing away from me. I paused with my hand on my keys, listening to her. "Not too bad, but I'll tell you about it when I get home. I'm just going to stop at the supermarket on the way, do you want me to pick anything up for you?" Taylor sighed, rubbing a hand over her eyes. "Okay, yes please." She paused and then gave a little giggle. Taylor Swift giggled. I almost laughed. "Yeah? That's great." She adopted an adoring tone. "I love you, bye."

Taylor hung up the phone and I looked away, unlocking my car. Her head snapped up at the beep, and I couldn't help but lift my gaze to meet hers. Bright blue eyes immediately narrowed when they looked at me, and we both turned away immediately. I got into my car and drove away without a moment of hesitation.

So, she had a boyfriend. Not a husband; she didn't wear a ring. Maybe that was why she hated me so much; she'd always known that I had flickers of feelings for her, but she was taken by another guy by now. I didn't know why, but a nagging tingle of jealousy sparked when I thought about another man holding Taylor, kissing her, making her laugh and say 'I love you', curling up in bed with her at night.

I didn't exactly want to date her, but I was still attracted to her and I didn't want to think about another man doing what I wanted to do. There was something so innocent still about her despite her snappy nature that made me want to slam her against a wall, lift up her dress, and see how much our arguing turned her on.

God, and I'd only known her (again) for one day. What was wrong with me?

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The next morning, I located Taylor's car and parked away from it, not wanting to give her any more reason to get pissed. That woman was a fireball, set off by anything. She'd snapped for about a minute yesterday just for coming to ask her a question.

When I got to my office, there was a pink post it note folded up and taped to my door. Confused, I grabbed it and opened it up, scanning the swooping handwriting written in a dak purple glitter gel pen. A sharp laugh left my lips at the message, and I shook my head.

'Snooping is frowned upon Kelce, are you really that bored that I'm the best thing for you to annoy, again?'

"Jesus." I murmured, folding the note back up and unlocking my office. What a woman she was. I might annoy her, but she liked the attention; she didn't need to bite back like this, but she'd gone out of her way to do so, to put herself back on my radar. Dangling like bait, and I sure as hell would take it.

Walking into my office, I placed the note on the corner of my desk and powered up my computer as I took a seat. It took a minute to turn on, and once it had loaded properly, I opened up my email and a browser tab. Starting a draft, I clicked onto google and logged myself into the teachers portal, searching through the email list before I located the one belonging to Taylor. Copying it, I pasted it into the email before clicking down to the body section and starting to type.

'Miss Swift,

Snooping might be frowned upon, but so is going out of your way to send a childish note for no reason. 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. Whatever makes you feel like you've made an impact. 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. Don't get me wrong, I'm more than happy to bite, but let's keep it between us. Alright?

Not so sincerely,

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

Rather amused by myself I sent the email and sat back, smiling like an idiot. I was an adult, but there was something attractive about the little rivalry Taylor and I had going on here. She was fun, despite being a tiny bit of a bitch. 

Then again, I wasn't being entirely pleasant either.