It's Complicated

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Rebecca Evergreen was on her way to gym class. It was her last year in highschool and she was psyched, she had been passing all of her classes and there was only like what? A few months left of school. Besides, alot of her classes were fun, not only that; her gym teacher used to be her babysitter. So he wasn't a brute or anything.

Okay, so maybe he was, but like it didn't bother her or anything because afterwards, he was just that same guy who'd always sat with her while she watched cartoons when she was a kid. She walked into the girls bathroom and got changed into her gym uniform, a pair a grey shorts and a shirt that said Riverdale Highschool, it was blue.

Rebecca walked out into the gym followed by a few other students and sat on one of the bleachers waiting for gym to start. She only hoped that this would be something fun instead of something stupid like running. Becca hated running. Only a few more months and then you're outta here...Becca told herself.

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Ryan Sherwood scowled to himself as he walked down the hallway of Riverdale High. Most mornings he was in a chipper mood, playfully shouting jokes to some of the guys on the football team he coached. This morning, however, his dark mood was caused by what else? A woman.

Last night he had walked in on his girlfriend cheating on him. Just thinking about it made him even more furious! It was supposed to be parent teacher night, but a power outage at the school caused it to be postponed. He came home early, and what did he see? Marissa getting her pussy fucked by his best friend.

He shook his head as he opened the door to the gym. After punching his former friend and cussing out his former girlfriend, he stormed out and booked himself a hotel room. What else could he do? He couldn't stay with her, not after all that.

The students must have noticed the look on his face, because all the girls sitting in the bleachers immediately stopped talking. Good. He wasn't in the mood for their little giggles and chatter, not today. He blew the whistle around his neck, perhaps a bit too loudly.

"Alright ladies LISTEN UP! Time to go back to basics. I want you all to line up on the baseline, we're running sprints today!"

At least here, in the school, he was in control of things. He smiled to himself for the first time that day as the girls groaned, lining up for their sprints.

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Of course it was running, how stupid of her to think it would be something she wanted to do. She groaned along with the other girls. Coach Sherwood seemed a bit pissed off today though, which was not only noticed by her but her friends as well.

Sighing, she followed suit of the other girls. Everyone ran around the gym, her friends ran next to her, keeping in pace. "So what's up with the coach?" Her bestie, Jenna asked. Becca shrugged as she ran,"Dunno. He looks pretty moody."

They didn't continue talking though in case he was so angry that he didn't want them to talk. He wasn't normally like that, but he also didn't make them do laps, at least not since freshman year.

"How many..... laps.....coach?" Becca asked in between gasping for air. Sweat dripped down her forehead, the girls had done at least four laps.
 
Ryan watched as Becca stumbled past, breathing hard. He remembered babysitting her when she was young, it felt like a lifetime ago. It wasn't really fair of him to take out his frustrations on these girls, he thought. But then again, when is life ever fair?

He gave another blow on his whistle, signaling for the girls to stop. "You call that running? My grandma could run better! Time for pushups ladies, lets see how many you can do in 2 minutes!"

The girls groaned again as he watched them drop down. If only life could always be this easy!
 
Becca wanted to cry and glanced up at the clock hanging over the basket ball hoop. Dear god, there was still 45 minutes of this crap! She fell down to the ground and started doing push ups. At least it wasn't running, but she hated push ups! Wasn't this for the basket ball and foot ball players?!

Obviously, something really, really, reaaaaaaaaaally, bad happened to Coach Sherwood. Why did he have to take it out on them though? 1....2.....3.....4.....5.....6.....7.....8.....9 She had done nine push ups and it was painful, especially because they were doing the guy version of push ups. He didn't look like he'd take anything else. It's not like Becca was out of shape though.

"I'm starting to hate gym!" Jenna mumbled to Becca.

"Totally...with...you....on...that." Becca groaned as she did her 15th push up.

"CAN WE PLAY VOLLEYBALL NOW??" One of the girls cried in desperation.
 
Ryan chuckled. "Aww, you want to stop Lindsay? Well you owe me 10 more pushups, then we'll see about stopping.... "

He counted them off, until finally she collapsed on the hardwood after completing her set. He started to feel a little bad, watching the group of girls breathing hard, dripping sweat. It wasn't these girls fault he got cheated on... besides, if he kicked their butts too much, they'd be falling asleep in their next class! He decided to back off a bit.

"Alright girls, great job. Now, since we have about 40 minutes left, why don't you all just take a free period. You'll have to stay in the gym of course, but go ahead and set up the nets for volleyball if that's what you want. Or play some basketball. Or gossip about boys, whatever it is you girls do in your free time"
 
Many of the girls glared at their normally favorite gym coach. They were all too tired and worn out to play volleyball, well except for Lindsey and a few of her friends. Some of the girls went back to their locker room to take showers and get dressed in their normal clothes.

"Come on, lets get showered." Jenna said to Becca.

'I'll be there in a minute." Becca said as Jenna shruggged and went to the locker room. Becca approached Coach Sherwood. "You okay, coach?" She asked, she had a concerned look on her face. She wasn't allowed to call him by his first name when they were on campus because it was inappropriate for some crazy reason.

Becca was the sort of girl who respected the school rules though. "You seem a bit...." pissed, angry, ready to lash out at the first thing that comes your way, "off today."
 
Ryan crossed his arms, shifting a little, uncomfortably. What was he supposed to tell her? He decided to just be honest.

"Look, I'm sorry for being so harsh on all you girls. I shouldn't have done that. I just... last night I caught my girlfriend cheating on me. I've barely slept, I'm set up in some crap hotel, I didn't eat this morning. It's just a rough time. But, again, I shouldn't take it out on you... I'm sorry"
 
Oh wow, Becca should've known it was a girl. That would sour any guys mood. She nodded, "It's okay!" Most of the girls were already in the locker room, though some of them hadn't gotten changed yet and were sitting on the bleachers talking about the next football game or some guy they had a crush on and wanted to take to the senior prom.

"Um, if you need a place to stay..." her voice trailed off, though she said it quietly because at Riverdale, rumors seemed to get started rather quickly and sometimes had absolutely nothing to do with what was actually said.

"I mean, my parents probably wouldn't mind.." She gave a little shrug. "Just give em a call and ask!" She pushed her blonde hair out of her face, wishing she had tied it up in a pony tail since it seemed to cling to her face from the sweat.
 
He smiled at her, shrugging. "Eh, maybe I will. I'm sure it would be better than the awful hotel I'm in... it'll be just like old times, we can watch some cartoons!" He teased as she rolled her eyes, walking away.

As the gym cleared out, Ryan thought about it more. He hadn't seen Rebecca's parents in a while, and he didn't want to impose. He used to be their neighbour, which is how he got the babysitting job in the first place. But then he got older, went off to school, got his own place. He hadn't even been back to the old neighbourhood since he came back to teach in Riverdale.

Ahhh fuck it. He'd give them a call after the day ended. Worst they could say is no!

He saw the boys football team come in as the last of the girls gym class filed out. Now these guys, he would have no bad feelings about making them work hard.
 
The day seemed to go by fast after gym was over. It was most likely because gym which was normally the fun part of Becca's last year had been incredibly gruesome. God, she hoped Coach Sherwood...Ryan, got out of his funk soon or the next few months would be incredibly horrible.

After P.E, her last class was biology. It was boring, incredibly boring. It was amazing that even though she normally dazed out in this class that she still managed to get a decent grade in this class, it was incredibly amazing! School ended and Becca drove home.

"Mom, dad! I'm home..." Becca said, one of them was on the phone so she didn't interrupt but instead went upstairs to go study for her bio test which was next week.
 
Rebecca's parents were surprisingly open to him staying there. He barely had to explain his situation before her mother was inviting him over for dinner! The benefits of small town life, Ryan thought to himself as he set his suitcase in their spare bedroom.

It was a fairly large room, with a queen sized bed and a dresser. Ryan started to unpack his things, what little where was. He barely had time to throw some clothes in his bag before he stormed out last night, but at least he was clear headed enough to do that!

"Mom, dad! I'm home..."

He heard Rebecca close the door behind her downstairs. Did she know he was here? Ryan wondered if her parents clued her in on the situation. She did invite him over though, in a way, so she should be fine with it. Hopefully.

Ryan sighed as he set the last of his stuff in the dresser. He wasn't sure how long he'd be staying, but he knew he couldn't go back to the apartment he shared with his girlfriend. His ex girlfriend? He had a bunch of messages from her on his cell phone, but he couldn't bring himself to check them.
 
"Becca, come say hello to our guest!!" Becca's mother called, right after she had finished getting dressed into something more comfy then the short black skirt and tight top that she'd been wearing all day. She changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a wife beater then headed downstairs in the living room.

To see Coach Sherwood was not really a surprise. She had suggested that he ask to stay for however long he needed. She grinned, "Took my advice huh?" She said. Her parents looked at her strangely, but she didn't bother explaining it to them.

They knew he taught at her school, so it really shouldn't have been much of a surprise. "I don't have to call you Coach Sherwood, right?" She said playfully.
 
"Nope, just Coach will do" He smiled at her. "Your parents were nice enough to let me stay here while I sort out my... problems at home. And I really do appreciate it, you know" Ryan looked at her parents, giving them a nod.

"And to show my appreciation, I was going to cook you all dinner tonight. Coach Sherwood's patented spaghetti and meat balls. It's the least I can do, after all your hospitality!"
 
Becca's eyes widened, she remembered eating Ryan's spaghetti all the time! She loved it and he always used his 'secret' sauce which she hadn't realized was just tomato sauce with a little bit of oregano in it to give it that Italian flavor. "Oh, I'll help!"

Okay, so she should've been studying for her bio test. It was one of the classes that could make or break her for that senior year, but it was not every day you got to hang out with your old babysitter and cook with him.

Her book would still be in her room, open to that very same chapter she should have been studying. "If thats alright with you..." Becca said, using her signature pout that she'd always used when she was kid. It used to get her anything she wanted and most of the time, it still did.
 
Ryan laughed as she pouted. "Of course you can help! Every great chef needs an assistant. You can show me around the kitchen. That is, if that's ok with your parents?"

Getting their blessing, he followed her towards the kitchen. "So Becca, I'm glad to see you still have your trademark pout after all these years. I bet you use that on the boys all the time to get what you want!"
 
"And what makes you say that?" Becca said with a small grin. There was no way she was giving that secret away. After all, he was the coach of the football team and her ex boyfriends were on the football team. Granted, she didn't know how much a coach shared with his players, she wasn't about to risk that.

She pulled out a huge spaghetti pot, the noodles, some spaghetti sauce, and that was about it. Oh! The hamburger meat, couldn't forget that. "Excuse me..." she said to Ryan, brushing past him, her hips lightly brushing against the crotch of his pants.

She paid no attention to it though, because she wasn't in flirt mode at the moment. It was purely accidental.
 
Ryan, however, very much noticed her brushing against his crotch. He immediately felt his cock twitch as she moved past him, making him freeze in spot.

"Uh... yeah that's great, thanks Bec." He reached over to run water in the sink to fill up the pot. He glanced over at her, his eyes wandering briefly over her body. Suddenly Ryan realised that she wasn't exactly the same girl he babysat all those years ago...

He let the pot fill and shut off the taps. Setting the pot on the stove, he tried to snap out of it. She was still his student! "OK Rebecca, can you help me out with the hamburger while this pot boils?"
 
As Ryan filled up the pot full of water, Becca went to the bread cabinet to pull out some french bread, thankful that her parents always got into the Italian mood and kept french bread around. After all, what was spaghetti without french bread?

She pulled some butter out of of the fridge and grabbed the garlic seasoning so that it would be ready to fix once the spaghetti was ready. She looked over at Ryan as he asked her for help with the hamburger.

"Sure thing, coach! Do you want me to fry it for you, season it?"
 
"That sounds great Bec, thanks" He smiled at her, taking a peek at how her cleavage peeked out in her tank top. He felt a bit more shame, dragging his eyes away to see if the water was boiling yet.

Sure he taught girls in gym class, but he never thought of them sexually. Some of the other male teachers would make comments in the break room, but Ryan was never that way. Or so he thought. But here he was, checking out this girl he knew for years. He even babysat her! This was messed up, on many levels, he thought.

But he couldn't deny the feeling he got when she brushed against his cock... this might be trouble.

He opened the fridge, grabbing some lettuce. He brought it over to the sink to watch it, stealing another glance at the slender 18 year old.
 
"Kay!" Becca turned to the stove and put the ground beef in the pan. IT was ironic because she could sense when a guy her own age was staring at her lustfully, but she was totally oblivious to the looks of slight lust coming from her own coach.

She peppered and salted the meat and started frying it while humming a little tune and swaying her hips to the tune in her head. She loved cooking, she even thought that cooking might be her major.
 
Ryan looked at her ass as she swayed, his mind barely concentrating on washing the lettuce. What would Rebecca be wearing under those tight jeans? Some sexy panties? A thong? Nothing at all?

Finally, after a few long minutes of cleaning lettuce and dirty fantasizing, he shut off the tap. "So Rebecca, how's school? Getting straight A's?" He smiled as he dried the lettuce, tossing it into a large metal bowl.
 
Becca shuddered at the sound of hearing her full name. She hated her full name, though she never could figure out why. She just did, plus Becca or Becky seemed alot less formal than Rebecca did. After all, even though Ryan was her P.E coach by day, he was just the family friend by night.

"You can call me Becca, ya know. I don't think there are any rules in the house about you being all formal around my own house." She teased and then continued on about her grades, "Um, not straight A's but I'm passing? Thats good enough to go to a decent college, isn't it?"
 
"Just passing, Becca? You can do better than that, you're a smart kid" Ryan started chopping some tomatoes for the salad. He always liked Rebecca, he felt a bit protective of her.

"I don't want to give you the big lecture, I'm sure you get that enough from your parents. But you should be trying to get into the best college you can, not just a 'decent' one." Ryan looked over his shoulder and grinned at her. "And that's the last parent-ly advice you'll get out of me during my visit"
 
Becca rolled her eyes at the little mini lecture Ryan gave her. It was sweet in that fatherly sorta way, but he wasn't her dad and she half expected him to tell her to go up to her room and study whilehe made dinner. She gave a tiny sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank god! You were starting to scare me there for a minute." Becca teased then winked playfully at him. After a few minutes of stirring the meat around in the pan, she grinned thoughtfully.

"Can you believe it? In the next few months I'll be outta this house like the big girl I am!" Becca giggled
 
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