3. who needs PE?

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Isabelle's P.O.V

     I woke up to my mom banging on the door repeatedly. Rolling onto my stomach I used my pillow to cover my ears and groan at her. After pounding at the door and yelling my names for about a minute she opens the door and walks to my bed grabbing my blanket I had covering me from head to toe along with my pillow before not so kindly pulling them off of me and throwing them on the floor. "Okay okay I'm up" I say while groaning one more time before getting up and heading to the bathroom to do what I need to do.

     Once I'm done a walk out with perfectly brushed hair and teeth. Walking to my closet I pull out one of my favorite pairs of skinny jeans along with a black muscle tee with a blue outline. I walk downstairs and head to my kitchen yawning. While stretching my arms over my head I say good morning to my mom as she makes me and Carter some eggs bacon and toast. She smiles at me and replies with a "good morning baby can you do me a favor and set the table?" I nod my head before grabbing 4 plates, forks, and napkins putting them in the spots in which mom, dad, and Carter have claimed as their own. After I finish mom puts three plates on the middle of the the table one filled with eggs, one with bacon, and the other toast.

     I hear mom call Carter and dad from the bottom of the stairs as I sit down in my chair putting some eggs and bacon on my plate. Not even a minute later the hallway leading from Carter's room to the stairs was filled with the sound of Carter's heavy feat hitting the floor fast paced towards the kitchen. Once he gets down stairs he basically throws himself on a chair and stares very eagerly throwing food on his plate. Not too long mom and dad enter the kitchen sitting down and getting their own breakfast. Once I'm done I stand up and head to my room to put on my Van's and grab my keys. I head out the door after kissing and hugging everyone goodbye and telling them I love them.

      About ten minutes later I reach the school and get out my car lock it and head to the office. Once I get there the lady I'm gussing is the secretary asks for my name I tell her also saying I'm new and need my schedule. She looks it up and prints out a couple papers and hands them to me telling me to wait here while she calls someone to escort me around the place to help find my classes.

My schedule read

First period: physical education

Second period: English

Free period/lunch

Third period: algebra

Fourth period: biology

      Great. PE for my first class... sure I like PE but this early in the morning? Fuck that. After about 5 minutes of me contemplating wether I should skip first period or not a girl walks up to the desk the secretary is at, I'm guessing she my escorting seeing as the lady points to me and she turns her head to face me nodding her head. After the conversation she walks over to me and asks for my schedule she scans it scrunching her face as she views my first period class.

     "That's tough, love" she says grabbing my wrist and walking me to where I presume is the gym. "I know right, I would so skip it if I could" throughout our conversation she had rubbed her hand up and down my arm paying close attention to every detail showing my muscles and veins. She looks me up and down before stopping and getting on her tiptoes seeing as she's a couple inches shorter than me. "Who says you can't" her lips were so close to my ear I could feel them as she spoke. I felt myself heat up at her seductive side. I thought about my options for a slight second. Either go to gym or spend time with the absolutely breathtaking brunette. I quickly chose the girl, smirking "what are you trying to get at here babe?" She looked at me before grabbing my wrist firmly and walking down a couple halls before walking into a closet. It was empty from any cleaning supplies, papers or anything else teachers or administrators would put in a closet in use. I smirked thinking how easy it was to find a place I could do my thing when I got bored.

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