After telling the class what we were going to do this year, there were only 5 minutes left before the bell would ring.

"Okay, there are only a couple minutes left, so why don't we get to know each other a bit more. You can ask me some questions and your first homework will be a short essay about yourself. I want you to write about your hobbies and how you imagine your future. I don't expect five pages, one or two is enough. Please hand it in before tomorrow's lesson starts. I want to know how well your writing skills are. Now, what do you want to know about me?"

A few students raised their hands and I pointed to a blonde haired girl in the back row.

"You told us to write about our hobbies, so tell us, what are yours?"

I smiled at her. "Well, that's a legit question. I have two things that I really enjoy doing and both are sports. I have been dancing since I was little and I still go to a dance studio here in New York now and then. My second hobby is quite uncommon for a girl. When I was 10 I started to play soccer. I spent the first 15 years of my life in Germany and there are quite a lot of girls who play soccer. We were quite successful, to be honest, but when I was 15 we moved to New York and I had to leave my team. I continued to play soccer in highschool and in college, but sadly I haven't had the chance to play since I graduated." That was true. I am really sad about not having the chance to play soccer anymore.

I looked around the room to see that a couple boys, who were all sitting in the back of the room, raised their hands. I pointed to one of them and gave him a signal to ask his question.

"Well, I was wondering if you also like boys who play soccer?" He had a smirk on his face. Damn it, teenage boys!

"That's a pretty personal question, Mr. ...?"

"Brown, but you can call me Marc." He sent a wink in my direction. Disgusting.

"Okay Mr. Brown. That is a really personal question. I don't think it's appropriate for you to ask me these kind of questions. Why do you even wanna know if I like boys who play soccer? What does it matter to you?" I was speakinig really fast because I couldn't help myself but feel more nervous every second. I could tell this Marc boy was the worst out of all the boys.

"Well, I'm on the school's soccer team. So, I wanted to know if you like boys who play soccer." He was grinning from ear to ear now. I was shocked. How dare he say something like this!. He obviously never heard of the word boundaries before. I tried to relax before I answered.

"Actually, yeah, I like boys who play soccer. That's why I love my boyfriend so much." I smiled at him, thinking I had won this little "competition" or whatever was going on between us.

"That's alright. Is he a good player? Maybe the team's captain?"

I was confused. Why does he want to know that? I was interested in where this was going so I answered, but not without stuttering.

"O-of course he's good. I mean... I don't watch his matches that often, but I guess he's good. But he isn't the captain. Why did you ask?"

"Just wanted to proof to you that you could do better."

"How?"

"Well, I'm the school's soccer captain."

Right after he finished his sentence, the bell rang.

I was still confused about the conversation I just had with Marc. Looking around the room I realized that not a lot people listened to our little talk. The others were chatting with their seat neighbors. Only the boys who were sitting around Marc and two girls in the middle of the room looked at me, waiting for me to say something to Marc. I coughed and said: "Okay class, see you tomorrow and don't forget the essay!"

The students started to get out of the room. As Marc walked past my desk, he whispered: "I bet your boyfriend's stuck on the subs' bench." And he did it again. He winked at me. Really? I watched him walking out of the room with his friends. Who the hell does he think he is. Teenage boys these days really don't know how to control their hormones...

"Hey Mae, I thought you weren't coming!" Marie greets me while I was making my way towards her through the crowded Starbucks we decided to meet at. "Yeah, I'm so sorry I had to pick up my keys from the secretary and it took some time." "It's okay, no need to apologize." I sat down opposite of her and smiled at her. "Okay then, let's get started. I was told by the principal that I'm assisting you with your senior sport class but I honestly have no idea what we'll be doing with the kids."

"Well first of all," Marie started, "you should quit calling them kids or they'll give you a hard time." She laughed at me and took a sip from her coffee. "We have some rebels in this class, it won't be that easy. For example, there's Marc Brown. He's a badass. If you want to earn his respect you better not start an argument with him. That's why he's not respecting a single one of the staff at school. Because he gets in trouble all the time." Wow, he sounds like he owns the place!

Suddenly, our conversation from this morning came to my mind. The way he talked to me, his winks. Marie was right. He is a badass and I'm not sure if I can tame him. He didn't treat me like a teacher,, he treated me like I was just some girl he wanted to have some fun with. I was deep in my thoughts when Marie coughed to get my attention. "Uhm, sorry. I was just... thinking. But I mean, don't get me wrong, but as a teacher you have to tell him what to do. He has to respect his teachers." "Let's just say he likes to disturb class, coming to class late and the only thing he likes more than making us teacher's lifes a living hell is hitting on his fellow female classmates during class." I was shocked by her words. I knew that some high school boys could be a victim of their teenage

hormones and I knew what I was talking about, because my classmates in high school weren't any different, but still, they weren't as bad as this Marc guy sounds.

"Well, not just his classmates..." Right after I said that, I regretted it. I only knew Marie for half a day now and I'm sure she's a great person, but I don't know if I want to share my little "moment" with Marc with her. Not yet.

"Well, I mean... I'm sure he doesn't just hit on his classmates, but, ehm, every girl in town. Yeah, that's what I meant."

"Ok..." Marie looked at me in a weird way, but she bought my lie.

"Well, Marc is in my English class..." "Oh my god, poor girl! Did he do anything yet?" "Well..."

"Oh my gosh, spill it!" Marie's eyes went wide and she choked on her drink. Guess I have to tell her now.

"Okay, so I'm not sure, but I think he, he kinda, just a little bit, flirted with me." I looked down. I don't know why, but this is embarrassing. Marie was quite and I was too scared to look up and meet her gaze. I was ashamed.

"Well, that surely sounds like Marc. So... what did he do?"

"Well, I don't know, I think he kinda told me that he's better than my boyfriend and winked at me. Yep, that's it."

Marie looked at me wide eyed.

"Wow, I knew that Marc was bad, but flirting with a teacher? That's new. What do you want to do about it?"

I don't know. Do I want to do something about it. Do I have to do something about it? "No idea."

Marie took another sip from her coffee and grabbed a blue folder that was lying next to her on the table. "Let's start planning our first PE class tomorrow then... Oh and, don't freak out now, but Marc is in it, too."

Great, just great.

After meeting Marie, I made my way to the supermarket to buy some food. I got some flour, eggs, tomatoes, onions and sausages to make a pizza for tonight. I love cooking. As I turned around the corner I recognized a couple boys that were in my English class this morning. They were talking so loud that you could probably listen to their conversation from the other side of the supermarket.

"So Brown, what about this blonde chik from the club last weekend? You called her?" "What the fuck Daniels! You know I don't do the same girl twice!" Wow, what a player. Who does he think he is? A mix of Harry Styles, Justin Bieber, Brad Pitt and Channing Tatum? I really didn't want to interrupt their little talk and it seemed like no one else in the whole market wanted to do either, because, let's be honest, they wouldn't stop anyway. But I need to grab a sixpack of beer to celebrate my first day of teaching with my friends and David tonight. Why the hell do they have to stand right in front of the beer? I had no choice. I slowly made my way over to where the boys were standing. As I got closer, one of them, the "Daniels" guy I think noticed me and smiled. "Miss Hemmings, what are you doing here?" Stupid question. What am I supposed to do in a supermarket? "Hey, uhm, I was just getting some food and drinks." As I said that I leaned down toto grab a sixpack of my favorite beer and then stood there awkwardly. The boys were all staring at me and I had no idea what to say. From the corner of my eye I saw Marc smirking at me.

"Well, I didn't know that teachers were allowed to drink." His smirk grew wider. But this time, he didn't take me off guard like in class this morning. It was about time for one of his cheeky remarks.

"Well, I didn't know that you guys were allowed to drink either. Last time I checked you were in my senior class which means you're all under 21." I said after deciding to play along with his game.

That took Marc off guard. He obviously didn't expect an answer like the one I just gave him seconds ago.

For a second, his facial expression changed and he seemed confused and surprised, but he quickly covered it with his usual smirk.

"Oh come on, Miss Hemmings, you can't tell us you never drank while you were still underage."

Ok, he got me. But I wouldn't let him know that.

"Okay, I'll just pretend, I didn't see you." I didn't wanna start an argument with my students in the middle of a supermarket. "I gotta go now. See you tomorrow. Oh, and don't forget about the essay!" I smiled directly at Marc while turning to leave.

I made my way through the aisle and heard Marc say: "Have fun with your boy toy. But not too much fun!"

And then, something happened.I blushed. I, Mae Hemmings, blushed at something one of my students said. Wait, what?

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