Ancient History

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>The guy who broke my heart is back and teaching at my school. I'm really trying not to give an F.</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>A long time ago in a suburban high school not so far away a closeted nerd (me) and a closeted soccer star (Hutch) fell in love and planned to make their public debut at prom. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Until Hutch bailed at the last minute leaving me with a broken heart and unworn tuxedo. Tale as old as time right?</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I spent the past ten years working to forget Hutch returning to our old high school to teach and make new memories that could erase ones of him. I thought Hutch was ancient history off living his professional athlete life. But he's suddenly back in Sourwood coaching soccer at South Rock High and sexy as ever. Just when I'd gotten over him we're now colleagues.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>As Hutch leads the soccer team to victory once again and we find ourselves trading stolen glances in the halls it feels like a reboot of our high school bad romance. Especially after a late night encounter where I find myself climbing him like the rope in gym class. Oops.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Hutch wants to give us another try but what if history is doomed to repeat itself?</span></p><p><br></p>