Hooded Beauty

Chapter 8

Okay, gym class. Now I'm going to face the same problem I had the last time, and the time before that: Where the hell is the gym?!

Sheesh. I'm getting tired of this deja vu. I walked around the hallways with a blank expression on my face. I looked around for a familiar face but couldn't find anyone, except for Alicia and Ashley. I'd rather jump off a cliff than ask them for help. So I continued down the crowded hall for a good fifteen seconds until I found Nick and Luke. You're kidding, right? No way was I going to ask them! Not after what they've done to Sam. So I tried avoiding their gazes and started walking past them.

"Hey Allyson!"  I heard a voice call behind me. I look around and saw Luke coming up to me.

Misson: Fail.

"Yeah?" I said in a monotone. I was so not in the mood. And since when did he know my name? Oh right, Miss Reese mentioned us during our fun little encounter.

"How come you never take your hood off?" He asked with a smirk on his face, curious.

Seriously? What was I supposed to say? 'Cause I'm hot like that!' Yup, that would sound witty enough.

"Cause exposing her face would burn our eyes dude." Nick said as he came up behind Luke. Both of them laughed. Wow, how shveet of them. I had no time for their idiotic nonsense, so I just came out with it, "Very funny. Now how about you guys do me a favor and tell me where the gym is?"

"I'd rather not." Nick replied while Luke smirked.

"Suit yourself, guess my cookie of gratitude is out of your grasp." I tried to provoke them into telling me. Well I would tell if someone ever told me that anyway.

"Cookie of gratitude?" Luke questioned as they both laughed.

Seriously, if I didn't know any better, I'd think my relationship with these boys is bipolar. One second I'm at their throats, the other I'm the cause of their mirth.

I just ignored them and kept walking. These guys are as useless as an inkless pen.

It took me a good three minutes and a half to find a two-door entrance that had a gym sign next to it. They need more of those within every inch of the school! It's like a freakin' labyrinth in here!

I opened one of the doors and saw a huge basketball court with a track around it, followed by bleachers. Gym. Then I saw girls wearing yelow singlets and matching yellow mini-shorts, which was when I realized something: We needed gym clothes. Singlets and mini shorts. In other words, showing off your body and --- your face. Great! Just what I need: more drama.

Wait a minute, I'm new! I don't have the required gym clothes! Finally! A decent excuse where I don't even need to lie! As I neared closer I saw Jenna among some girls wave at me in her cute outfit. Even though she was flat chested you could see she had some nice curves.

"Hey! Did you bring your gym clothes?" Jenna asked.

"Erm, no actually. I kind of forgot." I answered with a small laugh.

"Don't worry, we always have extras in the girls' locker room!" She said matter-of-factly, as if making me feel better. Could this get any worse?

"Girls! Form a straight line so I could take the attendance." A feminine voice echoed through the gym. I looked around and saw a woman in her mid thirties with prominent biceps and dark black hair tied into a pony-tail. She wore a grey sweat-shirt that matched her training suit. As we formed a line, she called out our names alphabetically one by one, "Alicia"

"Here!" I heard Alicia's familiar voice rise a few feet away from me.

Crap.

"Ashley" The gym teacher called.