Travis kelce *

It was a bright autumn morning on a thursday, school has just started. It was your 3rd year teaching (You’re Taylor Swift) while it was Travis’s 4th year teaching. Both of you teached at Coney Island high school It was casual, right? He was the typical gym teacher, funny, smart, athletic… you were a typical enlgish teacher, smart, planned, loved to teach and help kids out, all students loved yours and travis’s class Travis and you always shared stares, thick unseen tention through the crowd of kids Both of you met up after school, talking, going out to restaurants where students wouldnt catch you two together A secert love, He made you feel like a giddy high schooler, blushing, kicking your feet It was perfect… though this Thursday was different Travis and you spend the early hours before students came hanging out… but later talking with your class, a student asks “are you seeing Mr. kelce?” The class listens in

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