It may have been a d**k move on my part, and there had been no reason for me to invite the teacher, but I had seen the look of sheer disgust upon her face the moment I had approached while she was helping the young girl. Was it my fault we had both moved toward the same young girl at the same time? I had spotted her from across the field, sitting with her arms crossed, a sullen expression upon her face, and I figured she was not enjoying herself. We were there, according to the coach, to ensure these kids had fun, so I knew that I should go and see if she was okay. Only little Miss-Bust-a-Ball arrived just before me, and in her mind, that evidently meant I had no reason to be near them...
Only I was not one to follow the rules. And what people thought rarely bothered me. So, the moment
