One Shots of Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce

Rivals pt 2

Update: I had to republish it because for some reason it deleted the whole story?!? Anyway, found the revision button so its back! Sorry for all that mess...

The day she had dreaded for the last couple of weeks was finally here. Her partner for teaching sex ed was the very same man who had impregnated her and wanted nothing to do with the baby. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her. How could she face him, let alone co-teach a class on the subject that had led to this mess?

Taylor took a deep breath and entered the classroom, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of Travis. The desks were arranged in a circle, and she saw him standing at the far side of the room, setting up a projector. He was wearing a tight black T-shirt that clung to his muscular frame, and she couldn't help but feel a stirring of attraction despite her anger and hurt.She was wearing a loose blouse, but despite being loose, the fabric was tight around her ever-growing baby bump.

Travis looked up as she entered, his eyes widening slightly when he saw her. He cleared his throat, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Hey," he said, his voice gruff.

Taylor's eyes narrowed, and she felt her anger bubbling to the surface. "Let's get one thing straight, Kelce," she said coldly. "We are colleagues, and that's it. This," she gestured to her stomach, "doesn't change that."

Travis nodded stiffly, his jaw clenched. "Understood," he said, his eyes not meeting hers.The classroom was filled with the rustling of paper and whispers as the students took their seats.

Travis cleared his throat, his eyes flicking to Taylor's stomach before quickly looking away. Taylor's cheeks flushed with anger as she took her place at the front of the room, her hands resting protectively on her baby bump.

"Welcome to Sexual Education 101," she began, her voice firm despite the nerves that twisted in her stomach. "As you know, Coach Kelce and I will be your teachers for this unit." She didn't bother introducing themselves; their names were already etched into the school's gossip archives.

The students glanced between them, whispers dying down as they sensed the tension in the room. Travis leaned against the whiteboard, his arms folded over his broad chest, his eyes never leaving hers. He dared to look smug as if he had won some unspoken battle.

"As we begin," Taylor continued, her voice steady, "I want to remind you all that the information we discuss is essential for your health and well-being. We must create a safe space for open dialogue and questions. But remember to keep these questions appropriate and scientific. We will not be discussing our personal sexual experiences."

Travis remained silent, his arms still crossed, as he studied the floor. Taylor felt his eyes on her, but she refused to acknowledge him. Instead, she focused on setting up the PowerPoint, her movements precise and calculated. She could feel the students' eyes bouncing between them; the whispers had no doubt reached them, but she didn't let it show.

"Miss Swift, what position did you get pregnant in?" One brave voice piped up from the back of the room.

Taylor's hand paused on the mouse, and the room suddenly quieted like a morgue. She turned to face the class, her expression neutral, but her eyes flashed with the fire of a thousand suns.