Chapter 2
Luke’s POV
The bell rang signalling the most terrifying period. Gym class. I have to admit I am not that fit and I have no clue what the difference between basketball and football is. But I am trying. No one seems to understand that.
When I entered, I saw a basketballs all around the hall. Shit! We were playing basketball today. What could be worse than that honestly?
“So class, I am Coach Bobby. I will be taking your class for gym from now on, okay?” the strange looking man asked the class.
He looked… scary? He wasn’t that buff but he wasn’t unfit either. Oh great. Our previous gym teacher was no doubt a complete nightmare but I think he was starting to warm up to me. But now I have to start all over again with a new gym teacher? This can’t be happening to me. No way.
“Well, can I have Parker and Greenberg to pick out your teams,” he said referring to Tom and some kid name Eddie.
As usual, I was the last one standing there. Both teams already had an equal number of people so maybe they won’t need me and I would get to sit by the side.
“Oh looks like we have an extra. What’s your name kid?” he asked me.
“L-luke.”
“There is a million Lukes on this world boy, Luke what?”
“H-hemmings. Luke Hemmings sir.”
“Finally, Hemmings, you go in Parker’s team,” he instructed causing Tom and his team to groan.
“What? But coach he’s a loser, he can’t do shit,” Tom argued in his stupid British accent.
“I’ll be the judge of that Parker, get in place boys. Greenberg, your team will be shirts and Parker, you’ll be skins.
Everyone in the team started taking their shirts off revealing their toned abs while I stood there frozen in shock.
“Hemmings! Take your bloody shirt off, the game is about to start,” coach yelled at me.
I gulped as I proceeded to do as he said. I slowly took my shirt off, revealing my flabby stomach which was all bruised from the beating I got from Tom and his friends yesterday in the toilet. They boys smirked or laughed when they saw my stomach.
My face turned red and I immediately felt self-conscious about my fatty tummy.
Coach Bobby blew on the whistle and the game began. Throughout the whole game I was being pushed around in all directions, not touching the ball even once. Unfortunately for my team we had not scored a single goal and the match was almost over.
Out of nowhere, the ball flew towards me and landed in my grasp. Everyone started surrounding me and I started panicking. There were too many people and they were getting way to close.
Knowing that throwing the ball would get them to leave me, I randomly threw it far away from me. It landed with a boy who unfortunately was wearing a shirt.
They boy threw it to another who managed to get it in the net. They had won. And I was dead.
Coach dismissed us and I rushed into the locker room to change.
“Where are you running off to you overgrown rat?” Nathan asked as he approached me.
“You fucking caused us the game!”
“That wasn’t all my fault,” I defended myself.
“You fucking threw the ball to the boy in the opposite team. Which dumb fuck does that?”
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Beautiful Tragedy
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