Page 48 of Teaching the Kot'oll Coach

What am I even doing?

I pat my cheeks with both hands. It would be great if I could go to the washroom and sprinkle myself with water, but there’s no time. The students are waiting for me.

It’s okay. I’ll give them the best story session ever, just like always. The kids deserve everything.

Chapter 21

Telke

I pace around in the staff room. My heart hammers in my chest a bit too strong for me to stay in my seat.

There are tapping noises on keyboards in the office, and I bet some of the staff are rolling their eyes at me. I don’t want to be pacing either, but at least pacing here will be better than pacing in the corridors and causing issues with students that are in classrooms.

I take a breath, slowly letting it out.

Maybe Winnie wasn’t expecting to have sex with me and therefore needed the time to think about it and process what happened. For me, it is simple. I think I like her, and I want to get to know her more. I didn’t get to know her just so I can fuck her either.

She hasn’t given me a chance to tell her about that. Not to mention... If I say that, would I look worse? Feels like it would be too obvious? And... there’s no chance someone will tell a female that everything he did is to fuck her either, so...

I hate this... Why can’t everything be as simple as floatball? Just smack the ball hard enough in the right direction and score, that’s all. There’s no guess whether you get a point or not.

I check the time again. It is almost time for my next lesson. I’m teaching the class floatball. There are a few twitches in my arms. I’m ready. I’m always ready for floatball.

“Telke...” It’s Jackel again. Somehow, both of us have plenty of time in the staff room together this term, which is interesting. Usually, we don’t meet outside of early morning, lunchtime, and after school.

“Yes?”

“It looks like you’ve recovered completely.”

“Yes. What’s about that?”

“Nothing. I just think it is fascinating that you’re fine already. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t wish for you to suffer, but you did heal up well from the disaster. The doctors and technology are getting better.”

I feel my chest. “Those sure are. I know you mean to tell me to stop pacing.”

He shrugs with a smile. “Maybe.”

“I tried. If I don’t walk, I’d be fidgeting around, and that still won’t be good for anyone.”

He lets out a soft sigh. “It’s all good for me. Next time, you need a few lessons early in the day to help with that.”

Maybe he is right. I’ve never mentioned that to the principal and the group that’s in charge of making the schedule. I don’t have a preference about when my lessons will be, and I know it is hard enough to coordinate everyone that I don’t want to make it harder for them.

But maybe it will help everyone if I can calm myself with some activities early in the day.

Or... Maybe I’m extra fidgety today because of what happened between Winnie and me, or the lack thereof.

Anyway, it is almost time to get ready for the lesson. I pick up my water bottle and the clipboard as I put on my cap and turn off the computer.

At least it will be something else to focus on and to get my mind off Winnie for a bit.

At the sports ground, no one is there. There’s still time before the ongoing lesson will be over anyway.

I open the door into the storage room, picking out the bin with floatball bats.

Where there’s floatball, everything will work out well.

I pick up the bag of floatballs as I head out of the storage room, resting most of it over my shoulder. I imagine most other beings will need a few more trips to gather everything, but I can do it quicker, just like I can refill the shelves in the library quicker than Winnie, even when she cheated.

---