Random adventures of Sophie the Strange!

School Day part 1

Well, this one is a bit more domestic I suppose. But to be completely clear I blame Sam 100%, it's his fault. It was about a week after the whole wing fiasco, I'd been living there a month or so. Sam decided it was time to go back to school......

"It's non negotiable. Your going." Sam said that morning over breakfast. I flung a bit of my toast at him, which he promptly caught in his mouth. I scrunched up my nose in distaste.

"School isn't necessary. Don't you think I have bigger fish to fry? Besides, you know I hate covering up my wings." I said conversationally. It was just me and Sam, since it was so early, he wakes up to jog, and lately I just practice my gliding behind him. It's safer that way, so if I fall he can catch me. And he doesn't mind the company, I'm his favorite in the house. We're both nerds. He chewed his apple slice contemplatively.

"Point, but you should at least finish highschool," I was about to point out my obvious advantage. He beat me. "even if you can download all the textbooks in your head. For the experience at least. Being normal." I munched on my bacon and thought about it. Going back to highhell for eight hours a day, or anything else. Sam read the expression on my face and pulled out the sad, pitiable voice and regretful face.

"I never got to be a kid, neither did Dean. I care about you too much to let you miss it." I tried to hold his stare for as long as I could. Then he did the puppy eyes and I immediately dropped my gaze to the table.

"That's not fair." I told him, frustrated. I looked up, looked back down. The eyes had intensified. Sam gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. Gah! How can such a huge, strong person look so much like a kicked dog? "Saam" I whined.

"Please? For your favorite bestest friend?" And he purposely teared up just a little. Ok, how can this guy not be able to play a lamp but is the most manipulative little twat I've ever met? It's just not fair! I couldn't stand it.

"Fine." I huffed. He let me go and instantly went back to normal, his eyes not even wet anymore. Grrr. Ok, you wanna play, let's play.

"But I'm not going alone, someone's gotta come with me." He didn't look worried.

"None of us are young enough." He said dismissive. I smirked.

"Forget who your talking to, Samsquach?" He gave me a flat look.

"No." He folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, he looked a bit nervous, I guess he lost his appetite. I laughed.

"Oh ho! Not so happy when it might be you going back to highschool, are you? Reconsidering?" I teased. He shook his head stubbornly.

"Fine. Get dressed and meet me back here in an hour, Senior. And yes, my age is Senior I just look that young, even if I have already graduated, because I'm clever." Then I stood up and left to get ready, taking the rest of my breakfast with me. On my way out, I heard him mutter an unspeakable. I smiled.

*time skip to highschool*

We were sitting in the car and Sam cut the engine. I was stubborn, ignoring him the entire ride to the high school and I think he was loving the silence anyway.

"You know our story?" He asked, referring to our cover up. I rolled my eyes.

"By heart, Dylan." I answered. He huffed at my attitude.

"It's for your own good, you know." He began again with the stupid speeches. I don't know why, it was unfair. My brother and I both graduated early, I just did it faster and farther. He should of at least of been making James go to College, but nooo, force the Ivy League graduate to repeat public highschool when her brother barely passed his senior year. Makes perfect sense.

"Yeah, yeah, hold still." I told him and put a hand on his shoulder, youth-ing him back to 17. Usually I can make this painless but I decided to make an exception and let him feel it. He grimaced at me and almost teared up by the time I let go.

"Jerk." He muttered, getting out of the car quickly.

"Pansycake." I yelled, climbing out as well. There were students milling around inside, waiting for first bell, some talking some not. I didn't know or care where we were going so I busied myself with people watching. They were certainly watching me and Sam with curious eyes and little whispers, so I'm gonna asume they don't get alot of transfers here. Sam really went all out on this one, this school is really stuck in time. Still has all the classics; jocks, nerds, cheerleaders, band geeks, stoners, rejects, etc. With none of that 21st century freeform, I wouldn't be surprised if people still got their heads dunked in toilets around here. Definitely Highschool without the Musical, pre-'all in this together'.

"Wait here, I'll get our stuff." 'Dylan' told me as he slipped into a room labeled Administration Office. I plopped down in a chair outside the office and just watched people, or more accurately, I looked for something to mess up. Girl in the corner reading, naw she's cool. Two Guys throwing a baseball up and down the hall, maybe. Aha! Now that's just nasty. Haven't you two ever heard of a room? God it looks like he's ting to eat her face, gross. Now this I can mess with. I pondered a little, flipping a pencil I'd conjured in and over my fingers while I thought. 'They wanna be all over each other?' I smirked. 'Fine.' I discreetly flicked the pencil in their direction and simply waited.

"Oh my god! What did you do?!" I heard a very feminine voice screech. I looked over with everyone else to find the couple stuck together, literally. Their clothes were completely stuck together all down the front. She was struggling in a panic, much harder than he was, while he seemingly tried to calm her down

"I didn't do it! Just calm down Stacy, or your going to rip something." He sort of asked, rubbing her arm. She seemed to calm down some, and stopped thrashing about. That is, until she leaned into his embrace, then her eyes popped wide and her mouth made a little 'o' in surprise and she redoubled her efforts. I wonder what he did to make her so desperate to get away, he was red as a tomato and apologizes flew from his mouth as he tried to distance his lower body from hers as much as possible, which was none. I laughed hard in my chair, a good long one, collecting a few stares but not nearly as much as the couple.

"Sophie." A very unamoosed Sam warned from over my shoulder. I gave him a sour look. "Fix it."

"You just wanna suck the joy outta everything." I grumbled, snapping my fingers and pouting as the two teens were released, and quickly scuttled away from prying eyes, in opposite directions. I grinned at Sam who was still giving me a stern look. He shoved a piece of paper at me.

"Our schedule, looks like I'm going to have to keep an eye on you." I rolled my eyes as he started walking down the hall, and followed. Looking at the schedule as I did.

"These are all fluff classes. Art, Choir, ok Foreign language I'll give to ya. 'Sport?'? With a question mark? Why?" I asked, genuinely confused. He shortened his stride so I could walk beside him and began to explain.

"It's this thing they do here. It kinda cruel actually, but they make every student try out for every sport they have. If you make it, you can choose to stay in it or not." I nodded.

"So it's to set the social ladder?"
"Pretty much. As I said; cruel. We're here, 'Sport' is actually our first block." He said as he opened the Gym door for me to walk through. Wow. If anything, they have an awesome Gym. Weights, indoor track, indoor pool, hurdles, bars, balance beams, climbing ropes and nets, even an Olympic trampoline. Ok, this room is twice the size of the actual school, nice to know where their money's going. I looked to the bleachers, where conversation had all but stopped as everyone stared shamelessly at me and Sam. More like me. Especially the guys. Ew. A man in shorts too tight and a whistle came up to us, bright blue in one hand, bright pink in the other.

"I'm coach Kent, you must be the new students? " He asked, in a loud but friendly voice, giving us a warm smile. He must have been in his early thirties and was in excellent physical condition.

"Yes sir, I'm Dylan Scotts, and this is my sister Sophie." Sam answered politely. Coach looked us up and down as if taking inventory before giving us another smile.

"Glad to meet you. Here are your uniforms, one size fits all, go get suited up. Girls to the right Boys to the left. Hustle up! We're waiting on you." He said, throwing me a ball of pink and Sam a ball of blue. I looked back to the students, now noticing that they were all in the same unflattering two neon colors. I groaned, jogging into the surprisingly pristine girls locker room. I got changed quickly, putting my hair up in a ponytail, and looked at myself in the mirror. One size my foot. The way to short shorts hugged my but like it was it's best friend and flared out over the top of my thigh, while the shirt clung to me like a second skin. With all modesty I knew I was extremely attractive, comes with the whole magic weirdo package, but I was angry. What about the girls who were insecure about their bodies? They shouldn't be forced to wear something that makes them uncomfortable. I walked determinedly out of the locker room and stared intensely at no one in particular. I ignored the wolf whistles as I walked to sit beside Sam in a sea of blue. I looked around to notice that all the girls were on one side and the boys were on the other. I didn't move.

"Can't sit there Miss Sophie, girls and boys compete seperate so it's fair." Coach said, not unkind, but I could sense his impatience as he tapped his foot. I smiled sweetly.

"Trust me Coach, the only one it's not fair to is the rest of your boys." He stared at me like I was on a new type of crazy.

"But don't you want to try out for the girl sports? Gymnastics and cheerleading and all that? Of course you do sweety." I narrowed my eyes. I admit, I sped read his clipboard.

"Actually I was under the impression that the boys go first and if any girl wanted to try out for 'boy sports' she had to try out with them. That is the deterrent you use to keep the genders seperate correct? Consider me a pioneer. I want to try out for everything." I said, my smile turning sickly sweet. You could here a pin drop. The Coach glared at me and threw his arms up.

"Fine, your funeral girly. Your with the first Group, stand over there." He pointed to the beginning of the track. He didn't even bother to tell me and Sam how this goes, just asume we'd pick it up. "We go in groups of five! And we got all day so do it right!" Several students groaned, several cheered. I guess classes were on hold until each one of us was humiliated seperate. "Jackson! Todd! Ben! Brett! Get down here! Jackson you're up first to race Butch here, let her know why girls belong in skirt, not a jersey." Four very big, very attractive teenage boys made their way down the bleechers and one kept coming. Jackson was blond with chocolate eyes, sharp bone structure and pale skin. He had a lean body built for speed and smirk of his face that told me he was an A+ a-hole.

"Jackson Kinnett, Running Back." He said shaking my hand and looking me slowly up and down. I retracted my hands as if I had just touched something very dirty.

"Sophie Scotts, Running Away." I said sarcastically, and jogged to the starting line. He laughed, following me.

"What do you say we make a little bet Sophie?" He asked,stretching his arms and legs and torso. I followed his movement with skeptical eyes. "You beat me and I give you my extra jersey to burn." I raised an eyebrow.

"And if you win?" I finally asked.

"It's the only thing you wear when your helping me cook breakfast in the morning. How do you like your eggs?" He said, winking. I stared back boldy.

"Unfertalized." I answered, deadpan. He laughed again and set himself up in that weird little crouch thing people do before they run. I copied him.

"Ready?" Coach asked. We both set in answer. "One time around the track." He blew the whistle. Before I go on, I fully admit that I cheated, and I cheated bad. I kept up with him step for step not even breathing hard. I'll admit that the kid was fast, but I'm faster. In fact, half way through I decided to tease him.

"So your supposed to be the fastest in the school?" I asked conversationally. All he could do was huff at me in response, because I could tell he was pushing his body to the limit. I laughed and spun, running backwards so I could look at his face when I said it. "Not anymore." I spun back around and really just blew past him, but slowed up enough that I wouldn't break the state record, now that would have raised some eyebrows. I crossed the finish line a full 10 seconds ahead of him and the only sound in the gym was his feet hitting rubber until he caught up. Coach was staring at me with his mouth slightly open, so was everyone else. Everyone but Sam, who was giving me the evil eye. I skipped over to a huffing puffing red faced Jackson, who was bent over, hands on his knees.

"I expect that jersey tomorrow morning Sugar, I'll have the lighter ready." I said and all he did was wheeze a laugh at me. Maybe he had a sense of humor after all.

"Oh bet on it babe." He said out of breath but still managed to sound flirtatious at the same time.

"KINNETT! What was that?! She ran all over you!" Coach yelled as soon as he'd gathered his wits. Jackson laughed at him too.

"She's fast sir, not my fault, I think I might have even broken my personal best." He said as he recovered. Coach grabbed at his hair, completely dropping the nice guy facade and glaring at me I gave him a smirk and a wave. A giggle rang out from somewhere vertical, and I peered up to find that there was a row of judges, or coaches I don't know, at the very top of the bleachers, clipboards in hand. One of then was a slight, bronze skinned female, who I believe made the noise in question.

"Test this one out individually Coach, I wanna see what she can do." A burly man with a mustache who must have been at least 250, and all muscle ordered/asked. Coach gritted his teeth.

"Sit down with the others." He told Jackson, still glaring at me. Oh, now I know he's gonna try and make this the hardest thing I've ever done. "We'll start with weights. How much do you think you can bench?" I shrugged, going over to the setup they had and sitting down on the bench.

"Never done it before," I said and he snorted. "How much does your strongest person bench?"

"550. That's suicide and I'm not letting you do that. You don't even look like you can handle the bar." He said but I could see him fighting the temptation. My eyes narrowed. Just because I have a shapely figure doesn't mean I'm weak. Girly doesn't equal helpless.

"Well then get the guy to spot me, the worst that could happen is I wouldn't be able to move the bar." I could see him calculate in his head. If I don't move the bar, I look like a cocky fool, if I look like a cocky fool he looks like less of a jerk.

"Fine. Ben!" A very huge, very black male came towards me. He was at least half a foot taller than Sam and looked bigger than if the Rock ate the Rock twice. That bright blue shirt hid nothing and I could see every straining muscle he had. I looked like all he had to do was flex for that shirt to rip off and my first thought was: he has got to be uncomfortable. That is uncomfortably large. XXXXL human.
Busy in my own thought I hadn't noticed he had already set the bar for me and was waiting until he touched my shoulder, more gentle than I would have expected, and pulled me out of my trance.

"Are you ready?" His voice was as deep as he was strong and if I was a less confident woman I would be terrified. I layed down and put my hands on the bar, adjusting myself. "You know you don't have to do this, you could hurt yourself. I can barely do this. You have already proven that you are an excellent athlete." He said kindly and full of concern. A gentle giant, I liked him. I smiled softly up at him.

"Thanks, but I can do it, don't worry." He looked skeptical but didn't contradict me, another point in his favor. I tightened my grip and lifted the bar out of the rack with ease, benched, pressed, repeat. This went on for about 10 reps before I racked it, thinking it was an ok set. Again the room was silent.

"That was awesome!" Ben suddenly exclaimed in his deep base from behind and gave me a fist bump, not bothering to be extra gentle anymore. "We should work out sometime."

"Would love to, name's Sophie by the way."

"Ben, you know I bet you coul-"

"BEN. Take a seat, thanks." Coach yelled and he was red up to his ears. I gave him my best Loki grin.

"What's next?"