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"Sir! You're married?" I turned to see one of my students stare openly at the pocket that I had slipped my ring into, just as I was getting ready to call for them to gather.

"Yes Evans, I am. Tell your class to gather at the goalpost in thirty seconds and I'll spare their ears from going deaf from this dumb whistle," I sighed, missing Chip already even though it was only second period.

It's been just a day since we've come back from America, just as I was starting to get used to a world with just the two of us. Unfortunately for me, I was requested by the P.E department to take over a couple of gym classes due to the absence of their coach. As you've guessed, I wasn't too happy about it. Since the only things that made me happy were, of course, you-know-what.

"But sir! You didn't tell us," Evans went on incredulously, still staring at my pocket as though he could somehow acquire a rough image on how the ring looked like. "And what are we playing today? Finn was talking about how you coach the volleyball team. He didn't say nice stuff."

Evans was talkative as hell, and his questions were starting to piss me off since I was naturally short-tempered. Yes, the world pisses me off on a daily basis.

"And I have to report to you about my relationship status because?" I raised a brow. "Tell your class to gather now and then perhaps you'll find out what we're playing." I also made a mental note to give Finn five extra sets of box jumps. He's not going to block any spikes the way he's jumping anyway.

"Yes sir," Evans pouted, jogging across the field as he waved at his class that was spread out in groups, chatting, and not doing the warm-ups that I had told them to do. Honestly, high school kids aren't any different from middle school in terms of listening to instructions. Hell, I was one of them.

When the class finally gathered in front of the goal post and I'd taken attendance by calling out weird-ass names, I announced that we were playing football. Rugby. Yeah, same thing.

Alright, maybe not exactly the same—I learnt that they weren't, and that my high school self was just being an asshole half of the time I was in school.

I guess someone made me different.

And damn right am I glad that we're married now.

"Noo I suck at football," Evans groaned as the class shuffled into groups. His complains were even louder than the girls—who were equally put off by the fact that their gym shoes were going to get muddy.

"Can we have an equal number of people across all groups?" I sighed inwardly, recalling that I was one of them back in high school. "We're not in elementary school here, some logic would be appreciated."

Specifically, there was one group that comprised of athletes and, was, obviously, going to overpower the other which was filled with half the math club. Naturally, I was a bastard of a coach that also had stereotypes ingrained in his head.

"How about us sir?" A girl waved to catch my attention, and I glanced over at the female groupings. Finally! People who listen to instructions.

"All good, er," I checked the register. "Miss..." Nyugen. Holy shit I don't know how to pronounce that—

"Miss, uh, pretty." I finished with an internal fuck. The last thing I wanted to do is pronounce her name wrongly and get shade thrown at me.