Corpse On The Run

Blood, Sweat, and Tears

The next day the students shuffled in as the blaring sound of the bell. The blue mats that hadn't been cleaned in decades, the smell of sweat caked onto the gym floor from years of teenagers mid puberty running around mindlessly. Coach blew his whistle and shouted "Alright everyone get into your partner groups!" And everyone went to their friends. Becky, still looking dejected, walked over to her best friends. Corpse trudged in as usual and immediately caught Coaches eye. He was wearing black shorts that were visibly a little too small, and a black cropped tank top with a pentagram in white. Coach was taken aback by this outfit remembering what his pastor had said to him, the years he'd been taught that a star with a circle is a symbol of a sinner, an unholy man who shall burn in hell. It felt wrong. It was wrong, and yet he was completely enchanted. "Coach! Coach!" he heard a kid yell as he snapped back into reality. Corpse had already sat down on the mat with two kids dressed in similarly unholy clothing. In the back of his mind Coach kept hearing his pastor telling him, "Those who defy gods will shall burn in the pits of hell." The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he remembered those days, but he reminded himself he had a class to teach.

"Okay kiddos today marks the start of our newest unit," Coach let out a sigh, "Wrestling." A few of the jocks let out some shouts of approval, though not many people were excited. He looked around the room before his eyed fell on Corpse, who seemed actually happy about the news.

A/N: im ngl im probably not gonna finish this since i mainly write more $mut based stuff and this was originally a joke, but let me know if you want me to continue!