My enemy since childhood

Chapter 1

The gym teacher blew the whistle so hard that it thundered in my ear.

"Collection!" he shouted so i glanced at Brooke and sighed as we remained seated on the bench.

"Y/n and Brooke, now!"

"Ugh, let them sit on the bench, where they belong!" shouted Thomas and was greeated with scorn from the other guys in his so-called gang, as if it was the coolest thing in the world with idiotic comments, fools.

"Shut up Thomas, everyone should play. Now come girls so we can start!" the teacher continued, waving to us to come.

"Damn i hate this" Brooke muttered and got up. I followed with another protesting sigh as we approached those who were waiting for us.

"Well, i thought we were divided into two teams, as many girls as many boys in each team, as even teams as possible, do you guys fix it or should we do as in primary school that i give you a number for the team that you will play in" said that teacher with a small grin.

I glanced at Brooke and shook my head slightly. Good luck with it would be even teams that way, it had never succeeded before so why would it be like that now?

As usual, Brooke and i teamed up with most of the girls and three of the boys who were as talented as we were at basketball, which was zero talent. The other boys went to the other side of the halv of the field with the rest of the girls who were doing some kind of sport in their spare time. Would this represent even teams? I thought, rolling my eyes. It was the same every time.

"But please, come on now! everyone gathers in the middle again!" shouted the teacher, a little frustrated and still blowing a loud whistle, again.

"What's the problem? We have girls on our team?" said Thomas with a high, amused tone and a wide sneer on his lips that made me snort loudly, a little louder than i had thought when i saw everyone turn their eyes questioningly to me.

"Thomas, shut up, now we can start playing, you have to keep track of what number you get" the teacher continued and started pointing at each of us.

Maybe it was lucky the we had Eric Smith as a teacher, all last school year when he quickly read about the situation when everyone started moving around so that they would end up on the same team as before, seriously were they twelve years old or? how stupid did they think he really was? as if he would not notice it but the sad thing was that Brooke and i ended up in different teams.

"Good luck, i will crush you" i whispered to her so she brust out laughing as we went to each half of the plane.

With a continued smile on my face, i raised my eyes to my new team and stopped, bloody hell, so typical! both Will, Jake and of course Thomas were now in my team. Well, i would not have to play anyways, it was then one that was safe. Without hesitation i went and sat down on the replacement bench and leaned back, only 45 minutes left of this lesson.

"Good there Y/n, perfect mascot!" shouted Thomas and laughead so i glared at him, idiot!

"Hello, now we are playing!" said Eric and blew the whistle once more so it thundered in my ears, again. What wasthe thing with the whistle really.

The match have started and i couldn't been more disinterested. I looked askance at Brooke who was also sitting on the replacement bench, of course. She grinned at me and held out her tongue so i laughed and gave back with an ugly
grimace.

When i looked out over the field again i screamed and put my arms up to my face when i saw the basketball come flying straight at me, before the ball could hit me, Thomas rushed past and caught it. I lowered my arms and watched as he dribbled forward before jumping up against the basket and scoring, of course. That was Thomas we were talking about. I looked at Brooke again and she laughed at Thomas stupid target dance, traitor. I had almost been killed by a basketball and she puts her focus on him! okay, that was maybe an exaggeration, maybe. Yes, okay, he had saved me but i could not care less that he had scored on my so-called, near-death-experience.

"Nice Thomas! Change!" shouted Eric, beckoning me to come, when i turned my gaze back to those sitting on the bench. I looked uncertainly at those sitting next to me with mine, shall we really play? I muste have heard wrong so i turned my gaze to the plane again without getting up.

"Y/n, out on the field now!" shouted Eric and waved for me to come. When i turned my gaze back to those who were sitting or rather sitting next to me, i saw that they were already on their way out on the field.

"Is this a joke? She can't play and she can not even catch a ball!" Thomas said out loud, throwing one arm at me.

"Thomas, if you say as much as an idiotic word again, you will not be allowed to play another minute, everyone here is allowed to play" said Eric, crossing his arms, as Thomas roll his eyes.

Without realizing what Thomas was muttering about, i got up and went out on the field. They would fucking, well see that i could play but i wouldn't probably say that i was good at basketball but to catch a ball and pass it on, everyone can do it, right?

"Well, let's get started!" said Eric, blowing the whistle as loud as usual.

The first minutes went very well, mostly due to the fact that i have not had the ball once but it was maybe just as good after all. Thomas had already scored two more goals and continued with his idiotic goal gestures, so fucking stupid.

"Come on now boys and girls! Pass the ball between everyone on the team!" said Eric in an attempt to pepper but deep down i hoped that the game would continue just as it has done so far, at least as long i need to be on the field.

"Y/n!" someone shouted.

I quickly turned around and before i had time to react, the ball came flying and hit me directly on the side of my head.

I don't know if i screamed or collapsed at first but ouch, bloody hell what a pain it did! i put my hand on my head when Brooke came running towards me along with the teacher.

"Are you okay?" she asked anxiously and squatted next to me.

"Good i think, but it hurt like hell" i sobbed and started to get up carefully.

"What did i say, she can't catch a fucking ball!"

Thomas, of course was it him. I wiped my head when i felt blood flow down the side of my forehead, between my cheek and ear, while anger rise in my body.

"You should go to the school nurse so she can take a look at that" Eric said, patting me on the shoulder.

"Bloody hell, it was just a ball, come on can we keep playing the game!" shouted Thomas, it was the drop that made it overflow.

"You fucking idiot!" i screamed and ran forward and pushed him hard in the chest. He was hard as a rock and moved barley a millimeter, so the effect was not so great as i had hoped for but i was so fucking angry that i didn't even care and pushed him again.

"What the hell is your problem, huh?!"

"My problem? It's you who have problems, who can't catch a fucking ball!" Thomas shouted back and stared hard at me, at any other time anyone had backed off that look but i didn't care.

"You did it on purpose, no one could have caught that ball! Are you completely fucking backward?" i said angry.

"It was just a pass! We would pass everyone in the team and you obviously play in my team so you have to blame yourself for daydreaming in the middle of the match" he said with a growing grin on his lips, so i had to clench my fists tightly so i not shove him or hit him in the face so that grin would disappear.

"By the way, you should probably go and see yourself in the mirror, not particularly attractive if you ask me" he contiuned a little quieter and pointed to my forehead as his wide grin just grow.

My eyes widen but i didn't want to give him the satisfaction that his words had hit me in the stomach and that it burned frustratingl behind my eyes. I just shook my head and turned around. I would not cry but my head hurt, his words hurt and anger boiled inside me but i would not cry infront of him, not beacuse i care what Thomas thought about me but damn, it hurt to get thrown in the face. Literally.