Our Invisible String (Complete Version)

12 (Travis Version)

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Two weeks later

The beginning of November dawned chilly, leaves falling everywhere as it started the transition into winter. The students were a little crabby at the weather – which you couldn't blame them for – but it wasn't too bad. The heaters were on all day, and everyone was excited for the upcoming home games and the slowly approaching end of term.

"Kelce?" There was a light knock on my open office door and I glanced up from my computer. "Got a second?"

"Sure." I smiled, leaning back as Gary – the principal – came in with some papers in his hand.

"It's a little way off, but I just wanted to talk to you about something." He told me, taking a seat in the chair on the other side of the desk. "I know you're busy organizing the game tonight; this'll only take a minute." I nodded, pausing what I was doing. "So, during the last week of term there's a skiing trip, goes up to the Bear Creek Mountain Resort." Gary started. "Not a huge group, maybe twenty students and four teachers go along with them to chaperone. We normally have the same teachers every year, but this year we're one short and I wanted to see if you wanted to consider going along." He handed me a few pages stapled together and I took them, skimming through the lines of text explaining about the trip. "You aren't expected to ski; the teacher chaperones are just there to supervise the cabins, make sure everyone gets to the dining hall for meals, just usual camp stuff. During the day while the kids are out with the instructors you can do whatever you want. Interested?"

"Yeah." I murmured, placing the papers on my desk. "That sounds really good actually; I wouldn't mind a week up there." Gary chuckled and nodded.

"Great." He got to his feet. "Read that through just to make sure everything sounds good, and flick me an email when you've made a proper decision."

"Thanks Gary." I smiled as he left, gazing down at the paragraphs explaining the trip. Yeah, I was a decently outdoorsy guy and didn't mind trips like this, but I wouldn't do it for the trip. Last week I'd overheard Taylor talking to a few students about this trip, and she'd been talking about how much fun it had been last year and that she couldn't wait to go. She'd be on this trip, so I would too. I was falling hard and fast for that woman, and even though I was pretty sure my feeling were completely one sided, I wouldn't say no to a week in the mountains with Miss Swift. She'd been so much to fun to get to know a little over the last fortnight, and even if friends was all we'd ever be, I really liked her.

Lost in my daydream of Taylor bundled up in a hat and scarf, blonde hair escaping as she threw a snowball, I leaned back in my chair and smiled. But then I blinked, remembering that I didn't have much more time to finish off the organization for the football game after school. It was a pretty big deal for the boys, since it was a rival school that was apparently hard to beat. I had full confident in my boys though, well, now I did. Even though I'd been ready to coach, I'd struggled a little over the last two weeks as I shifted from being a player to running the team. I'd ended up calling Andy – my old coach who'd practically become a second father – and asked him for advice. He'd been checking in every few days, giving me tips on coaching, and I was eternally grateful for the improvement I'd felt in myself.

When I walked out onto the field later that afternoon, I smiled to myself when I saw the boys doing their own warmup, playing a silly version of football that involved tackling and some moves that were totally against the rules. A few students who weren't bothering to go home before the game were milling around on the bleachers, the cheerleaders were practicing off to the side, and I could see a few things set out for the marching band, who were probably practicing in the music rooms. I didn't get why we had a marching band, but hey, any excuse to see the blonde music teacher I still had a crush on.