coach >> cth

baseball

More pe. Yay!

So much sarcasm.

I make my way into the large hall, only to be greeted by blank stares or creepy eyes from the group of 'geeks' watching me approach Harry and Ashton. I'm not one to label people, but in this school you can't escape the cliche system of labelling groups. And due to the fact that Harry is openly gay, and I have never actually had a boyfriend, and Ashton is the only one within our group to have had the privilege of the rare thing known as a relationship, we are labelled the 'Queers'. What a fantastic name.

Apparently having an unknown love for my beautiful specimens of teachers, and an undying love for many celebrities, and maybe the odd crush on the hot boys. I mean most girls do tend to take a second glance at the popular boys.

Seriously, right now think of the three most popular boys at your school and tell me you haven't ever thought about them for longer than is necessary. If you haven't ever done that I applaud you on your capability in life to keep away from the so-called bad boys, that will date you and dump you within the space of a god damn day.

"Aha and here we have the biggest jewel of our clique! The Scarlett Ruby!" Harry chuckles as I sling both of my arms over each of they're shoulders.

"I told you my middle name in confidence. I did not expect you to attempt to use it in every day conversation." I glare at him. He knows how much I hate my middle name. I mean who calls there child fucking Scarlett Ruby? Well done mom, well done. Way to make your child enjoy life!

"So Scarlett, ready for another round of pe with Hood?" Ashton asks as he puts his arm over my shoulder, causing him to not-so-subtly pull me closer to him and away from Harry, who is now smirking. Him and that damn smirk.

"Have you got some sort of facial dysfunction?" I ask, wiping the smirk off of his, now innocent looking, face.

"What? What do you mean Scar?" He begins patting his hands all over is face and mushing his features together, causing his face to contort into apparently the most hilarious thing known to man. More precisely caveman.

I roll my eyes as Lee and his cronies begin falling all over the place in fits of hysterics. Harry drops his hands back down to his sides and a light glaze forms over his eyes as he visibly bites the inside of his cheek.

Jamie, Lee's stalker, who claims to be his friend, is laughing so hard he doesn't see Lee's legs spread out on the floor and he trips over them after staggering about laughing. Which causes them all to laugh even more. If I thought the roars of laughter escaping the jocks was bad, I hadn't even heard the shrieks coming from the 'bitch bunch'. Honestly, I don't even know who comes up with the names for people in this school.

Rachel is laughing so hard she's literally snorting, Sadie, being the copycat she is, is snorting aswell. Whereas Rebecca is standing fake-giggling.

"You are such a fucking queer! You look so ugly, not even one of the bi acne-covered idiots would want to go within a metre of you!" Hunter, another one of Lee's so-called friends, shouts at Harry. As I look to Harry I can see any sign of hurt is gone, and his face is filled with hatred towards them all.

"Hunter shut the hell up and leave Harry alone!" Ashton shouts across the hall, causing silence throughout the whole room. Not even one uncontrollable snigger arises from anybody. Lee sits up a bit straighter, and is joined by Jamie and Hunter and three other boys all sitting up and looking dumbfounded by Ashton's outburst. The three bitches stand in a triangle and everybody else in the room watches intently, ready to get high on their next fix of drama. The anticipation levels have risen considerably as Lee is simply staring at Ashton, not one word has been said from a single person for what seems like hours. Forget a knife, you could cut the tension with a freaking wooden spoon in here.