After the first month of school, it seemed as though everything was going well for you. Many of the kids had taken a real interest in Drama Club, and Mr. Fischbach left you alone for the most part. Keith Cooper did in fact join Drama, but could only make it to Wednesday practices for fear of missing any football practice.

"Alright." You clapped your hands together excitedly as you addressed the club after school. "Let's work on a little bit of improv today! Would anyone like to volunteer?"

Nancy and Julianna raised their hands, so you called them to the front. "Alright, I'm going to give you ladies a prompt and your peers will give you roles. Okay?"

Julianna was to be a baker and Nancy was a penguin, and they were attempting to dispose of criminal evidence in a pie. By the end of the scene, the entire group was laughing, and you were nearly in tears, it was so hilarious. "And scene! You two are naturals!"

They bowed, then took their seats again. "Okay, I'm going to need three volunteers this time! How about Olivia, Alex, and Keith!"

As those three made their way to the front, you excitedly brainstormed ideas. "Okay, so I need two parents an arsonist kid, who wants to be the kid?"

Alex immediately raised his hand. "Alright, so Keith and Olivia, you're parents who just found out that their kid burned down their school but don't want to call the police. Go!"

"How could you do this, son?" Olivia cried out, distraught.

"I was bored." He shrugged.

"Honey!" The actress slapped Keith on the shoulder as he looked off in the distance. "Aren't you worried about this?"

"Of course! Why would you do it?"

Alex cracked a grin. "To have a good excuse to say 'it was lit'."

Keith then high-fived him, while Olivia sat down resigned. "And cut!" You chuckled. "Good job guys!"

Looking at the time, you sighed disappointedly. "Guess that's it for practice today! We'll do an intro to playwrights on Friday, then choose a play to put on next week. Sound good?"

A chorus of excited 'yeah's ensued as the kids all picked up their bags. "See you tomorrow, Ms. Y/L/N!" They said their goodbyes excitedly, all moving towards the door.

Nancy opened up the door, causing a huge pile of confetti and glitter and other miscellaneous stuff to fall on everyone by the doorway. A bucket fell afterwards, nearly missing her. "Oh my!" You rushed forwards as she screamed. Looking down the hall, you could see a group of boys huddled by the stairway, laughing. Glaring at the man leading them, Mr. Fischbach, you held Nancy's arm comfortingly. "You could have injured her!"

"But we didn't." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"This. Is. War." You growled.

"Bring it, sweetheart!"

On Friday, you lead your group of drama kids quietly down through the halls to the gym where the football team's lockers were. "I have the nail polish." Nancy announced, ready for vengeance. "If we paint their soap with it, it won't lather and they'll be a bit gross."

"You guys take care of that, I'll address the Coach's stuff." You pulled scissors out of your pocket.

The Coach's office was unlocked, so you could easily find the filing cabinet he used as a dresser. Reaching in, you found the many Coach's shirts he had, and went to work snipping them in a precise design. You laughed to yourself as you imagined Mark's face when he put them on. His nipples would be showing through the two heart-shaped holes. He'd know who did this. But you didn't care.

"Ms. Y/L/N!" Julianna poked her head in. "We're done!"

"Alright, let's go!" You rushed them all out of the locker room in the nick of time, and had them run up to your classroom as you waited in bushes outside the Coach's office window.

Mark ran a hand through his sweaty hair as he turned the AC all the way up and pulled off his damp shirt. You couldn't help but stare as he absent mindedly rifled through his drawers for a fresh shirt. He didn't even realize his mistake until he stretched his arms behind his back, then looked down at his chest. You stifled a laugh as he yelled your name in rage.

That Monday, you fully expected an awful retaliation to be waiting for you at school, but instead a slip of paper was on your desk. Suspiciously, you looked at it and the note with it.

'Here's a ticket for our game tonight, sweetheart :)

Hope you can make it!

-Mark'

You knew he was planning something, but you were curious as to what. So against yours and Marzia's better judgement, you went.

It was getting cooler, so you put on casual jeans and a scarf for the game. Fall wind nipped at your cheeks as you met up with Marzia and the principal in the teacher's section. "So, who are we playing tonight?" You asked.

"Our cross-town rivals, Cloverton." Felix answered, pointing out a man with electric green hair in a huddle with the opposite team. "That's the other coach. His real name is Sean, but everyone calls him Jack or Coach McLoughlin."

"Do any football coaches have normal-colored hair?" You scoffed, then heard him begin their chants, his voice the loudest. "Got quite a set of lungs on him."

"It's even worse up close. Especially with the Irish accent."

"How does an Irishman know about American football?"

"No clue, but he's damn good at it, we've tied with them every year."

You kept one concerned eye on Mark, not forgetting about the prank war you two were in, and the other on the actual game. You had taken a keen interest on the other coach, he was rather enthusiastic, and maybe just a bit cute. At halftime, you excused yourself from the stands to get something from concessions.

Down there, you ran into Cooper and wished him goodluck before someone grabbed your wrist. "Y/N," It was Mark. "Meet one of my oldest frenemies, Jack."

"Hello." You greeted him politely, yanking your wrist from Mark.

"Please, you can call me Sean." He shot you a wink, and his Irish accent was downright attractive.

"Okay." You smiled.

A quick glance at Mark showed fury in his eyes, and he glared at the other man. You talked with Sean for a bit longer before he declared he had to get back to his team. As soon as he had left, Mark grabbed your wrist again and pulled you over behind the concession stand.

"Do you think he's attractive?"

"What?" You were caught off guard by his intensity.

"You heard me."

"Perhaps. What are you going to do about it?"

"This." He grabbed your face in his hands, and attached his lips to yours. You eagerly reciprocated and let him press your back further into the wall. Your fingers went up through his hair, as you had imagined many times before, as you two continued the heated kiss.

Voices floated through the air to your ears, all asking where Coach Fischbach was. "I guess that my cue." He said disappointedly.

"I guess." You breathed, heavily, watching him go. Suddenly, you weren't so cold anymore.