Shepard blew her whistle and pointed an accusing finger at Bowe, who had the good grace to at least look embarrassed over throwing the puck instead of hitting it with his stick. Without having to say a thing Jane quickly moved to the next group while Liara gave him a pointed dressing down. Liara's warnings and verbal beat downs weren't considered as fun to watch, but Jane had always found her heart beating a little faster as the asari managed to know exactly what to say and how to say it. Something to be said for a maiden who could take charge and do so with apparently everyone's secrets at her disposal to shame and blackmail. Shepard was glad beyond words that Liara didn't seem to know her secrets; otherwise their friendship would probably be rough for a while as Liara burst into laughter every time she saw Jane. Shepard felt herself blush even though nothing had happened and tried to not grumble aloud.

Honestly, Jane was one for taking personal responsibility and owning up to what you really feel…which was why she was going to blame the students for this.

Somehow it had gotten worse. Garrus had almost proudly shown her several confiscated notes concerning Jane and Liara, claiming that he made the students imitate them while reading them. Miranda had practically begged her to ask Liara out because students wearing now ending up talking to the Principal over fights revolving around their love life. Grunt had taken her on a spin around in his golf cart, even letting her shoot his nerf gun at packs of students, but had used the time to subtly ask about Liara. Well, subtly as a young male krogan can. Is Dr. Liara trustworthy? Is she strong? What has she killed? Like a kick to the face. Jane didn't even want to get started on Ash reading poetry students had written about them. Even Kaidan had told her about how a student somehow used them as a metaphor when discussing the discovery of The Citadel. All of this in the last month, a month!

Jane shifted uncomfortably, trying to look cooler and more in charge as she felt Liara's gaze on the back of her neck. She purposefully did not flex.

Of course it had gotten a little intense and bizarre even in her class. Jane was still both disgusted and impressed with the way students managed to turn in physics homework that included mentions of her and Liara. Physics homework, which was all algebra or calculus and describing things like electron orbits and how things fall in a perfect vacuum. It was apparently little more than a creative hurtle for teenagers who would draw over the images so that Liara would be throwing a 57kg package at Jane from a shuttle moving at 15m/s, not accounting for air resistance. The package was covered in hearts and appeared to be perfectly placed for a photo op during the firework show that was in the background. Amala's estimate on distance was way off, but she'd gotten some begrudging credit next to a note about working more on math and less on art. Jane had yet to tell Liara who appeared to never get any of this kind of homework turned in. Which was a shame, as that could be used as Jane's in.

Would you look at this thing I got? You got one too? How hi-LAIR-ious! We should go mock these children at a coffee shop or something intelligent, like a gallery opening. Imaginary her laughed like an annoying rich person. Honk, honk! How silly of them!

Maybe she could bribe students to help her out, because that actually wasn't a half bad idea. No, too obvious. Shepard wondered who else could help and only came up with Morinth who seemed willing to bribe students for all the wrong reasons, but was probably more interested in a three way than helping kindle the flame of true love. Jane gagged at herself in revulsion. Way to sound like some wimpy, emo kid living in their parent's basement instead of a regular smitten adult. An adulty adult. Jane physically resisted the temptation to slap herself and refocused on the students before being disgusted all over and blowing her whistle three times.

"All right, all right, stop! Everyone stop! Gather round right now!" Jane shouted feeling a small twitch as the students slowly began to circle up around her and Liara. "What is going on today? You all tired? You all feeling a little under the weather? Saint Monica help me now, you are all over the place. First of all, Trik'ath is not hockey folks. Let me repeat that for the humans, not hockey! Does this look like an ice rink? You don't slide the puck on the ground!"

"I know the devices seem similar but remember that the puck in this case hovers, so playing on the floor can be very dangerous if it bounces." Liara cut in her voice was cool as ice, and her glare was leveled primarily at Shepard. Do not belittle students. Do not threaten students. Do not humiliate students.

She didn't like it when Shepard had fun.

"You kids see the shape of your sticks? Stop laughing Mr. Tavo, I know you have the maturity of a five year old but come on. It's not a hockey stick; it's more like a sliotar yeah? Because you need to flick that puck off the ground to move it!" Jane projected as loudly as she could without being silently scolded by Liara for yelling. "This is not rocket science folks. This is basic physics which you should all know since you have all either been in or are in my class. Equal and opposite reactions! You need to hit the puck hard but not at the floor where it's gonna rebound into your face."

"And remember that Trik'ath is about the ability to quickly and accurately pass the puck and move in the restricted playing field. So even if it doesn't hit you, it will bounce off someone else which you do not want." Liara added in.

Jane felt a bit of ire rise. Why did she always have to pick PE to argue about personal style? It was sports, you were supposed to go in and win. Play hard to get what you want and push yourself! Kids these days, oh she could go on about kids these days, let me tell you something here, they are, they are just, and it's not like when she was a kid! When she was a kid things were different, they played outside and better video games that required you to still move not this brain hooked up bull. In PE her coach had been a loser and a jerk who'd delighted in tormenting them. Shepard was different, she was nice. Nice and not even appreciated!

Although, admittedly, maybe Liara had a point. Quarians were great but a cracked face plate was not exactly helpful in any circumstance.

"Whatever! The point is safety and scoring!" Jane didn't want to argue with Liara but she did want the last word in this not argument. Different things! She glared at Liara in silent victory and challenge, which was met with a disgusted huff before she turned to assist a particularly helpless group. Jane was not surprised to see Tavo sneering at the short stick as if it had insulted his pet cat. She was also not surprised that Liara looked fantastic in those dark gray shorts.

Because hot damn she'd make a paper bag look fashionable.

Jane attempted to remember how it had felt a few seconds ago when she was better than her students instead of worse. She also distinctly did not notice the freckles on the back of Liara's leg or her sudden inability to function like an adult. Out of habit she blew her whistle.

This was getting out of hand, and Jane supposed it was not the student's faults as much as it could be her own.