#coachpakeha

Ms. Pawłowska: *cheerily* “Well, I guess I’ll get back to my office.  A school councilor’s job is never done!” Ms. Flores: *frantic whispering* “Vesna, don’t you dare leave now!” Ms. Pawłowska: *with a wink* “Have a pleasant afternoon Leanna, Ms. Hassan...Coach.”

Coach Pakeha: “Hello, Ms. Flores... did you have a good weekend?” Ms. Flores: “...ah...yes...it was great...how about you?” Coach Pakeha: *speaking quietly* “Ms. Flores, Leanna, I wanted to speak with you about...well, about what happened at the dance.” Ms. Flores: “The goat?” Coach Pakeha: “Not the goat...before the goat.  In the supply room.  I, well, I was going to kis-”

Ms. Hassan: *clearing throat pointedly*

Coach Pakeha: *hesitates uncomfortably* “Ah, maybe we could talk after fifth period.  Are you free?” Ms. Flores: “Yes... I’m free.” Coach Pakeha: “Alright then...”

*back at the school*

Jason: “Damn it, stop playing around and catch it!” Archi: “I don’t need you telling me my business!  There!  Got it!” Goat: *lunges forward* “MMEEEEEHHHH!” Archi: “Yaahhhh!”

Jason: “Here!  Hold on!” *dives for the goat* Archi: “Don’t interfere!  This requires finesse not brute stren- Ooff!”  

Archi: “Get off you clumsy oaf!” Jason: “Stop thrashing!  It’s your fault it got away!”

Mr. Brzenzinski: *sigh* “Two more years and I can retire then no more forced chaperoning at these troublesome school events.  You know, in my time we didn’t waste school money on frivolities, kids would just hang out in the woods and...” Ms. Flores: *watching the door - distracted* “Mm hmm, how interesting...” *nervous gasp* Coach: “Hello, Ms. Flores.” Ms. Flores: “You’re here!” *striving to sound casual* “...I mean, you’re here.” Coach: “I am and I hope you don’t think it’s inappropriate if I say you look lovely.” Ms. Flores: *voice suddenly small and breathless* “No...no, I don’t think that's...inappropriate...”

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Willow Creek High’s Spring Fling 2017

Coach: “Maybe in one of those lower shelf boxes.” Ms. Flores: “I’ve looked in all three.  I think Mr. Chuchichästli was wrong.  Maybe up in the front office….” *trails off as he leans in* Coach: *inhaling slowly* “Ms. Flores, what is that scent you’re wearing?”

Ms. Flores: *whispers* “It…it’s nothing fancy…” Coach: “It’s intoxicating.”

*he leans closer, his eyes riveted on hers and she catches her breath in delicious anticipation*

- “AAHHHHHHHHH!!” -

*kissing kissing*

Ocean: *whispering* “Luke, let’s go somewhere…where we can be alone.” Luke: *swallows* “Are…are you sure?” Ocean: “I’m sure.” Luke: “Come on then.”

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(music - cause it came on spotify while I was editing and it’s perfect)

Ms. Flores: “I told you, Dwayne, no schnapps in the punch!  If I see even a hint of a bottle you’ll be cleaning erasers until graduation!” *kids snickering*

Coach: “You handled that well.” Ms. Flores: “They’re good kids, they just need a firm hand sometimes.” Coach: *thoughtful* “You’re full of surprises, Ms. Flores.”

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*discordant guitar notes*

Millie: “You know, Jonsey, with that guitar you almost look hot.” Jones: *slyly* “Why do you think I’m in this band?  Ready?”

Darling: *knocking sticks* “ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!”

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

Luke: *voice raised* “They sound pretty good, actually!” Ocean: “Millie has always had a great voice!”

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶