You woke up, the cold air hit your face.

You gaze around the room, looking at your surroundings as your groggy, disoriented self rubbed your eyes and fixed your hair after your little nap.

There were no other students in the cold classroom. The classmate you fought during gym after they had tripped you during track ended up being put in a different room so you wouldn’t fight them again.

Your gaze went up front as you saw the coach sitting at his desk, his gaze set on you. It was only you and him.

A subtle, pink blush painted his cheeks as he watched you. Until his gaze torn off you and went onto his computer.

But the moment he was done emailing your parent(s) and the parents of the other student, his gaze went back to you.