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Miss Jo is okay. She's in her early thirties, around 5'4, a pescetarian, a gym rat, probably married, and she teaches PE to the 10th graders and the 7th graders at Cheonan High.
Personality-wise though...not so okay.
Maybe Ricky shouldn't judge so soon since he is new. He doesn't actually know what she's like in the inside. Is she sweet? Does she look at the stars at night? Does she say I love you to her parents? He doesn't know.
She's actually chill, but from what he's been seeing for the past 2 hours since he's been melting here in this hell of a gym, it seems to be more of a negative trait than a positive one. She's too chill, if that's even possible. He's not sure how to explain.
Right now Ricky and Gyuvin are sat side by side on the bleachers, both laps occupied with papers, papers, and more papers as they watch Miss Jo teaching one of the 7th grade classes. Honestly- is it even teaching at this point?
She's not actually doing anything to teach them, the boy finds. Miss Jo is out on one of the corners, turning her head at various angles as she holds up a handheld mirror.
Ricky turns back to the main floor where the students continue to play a very serious game of volleyball amongst themselves.
❝Miss Jo's not doing much to teach them.❞ Gyuvin speaks, quietly gesturing to the woman in question. There's an odd sense of familiarity that tinges when the brunette says that, which Ricky realizes is because he had literally just said the same thing in his mind.
❝Why are you talking to me?❞
❝We're gonna be working together for the next few weeks, of course I'm gonna talk to you!❞
❝Don't talk to me.❞
❝Come on, I know we've had our differences and all but-❞
❝Differences? You tried to kill me!❞
❝That was when I thought you weren't cool, but now I think you're cool. Sort of. So I think it's a good reason for us to bond and do bro stuff.❞
❝Yeahhh, no thank you.❞
❝...see this is what I mean when I say you're a cunt. You just don't know how to forgive do you?❞
❝I do know how to forgive. I just don't do it when it involves destroying my entire fucking house and closet.❞
Before Gyuvin can return an insult, the ball bounces right in front of their feet and off the line, and everyone in the room cheers at the victory. Ricky throws the ball in the air and hollers something, a wide gleeful smile painted on his face.
His eyes catch sight on the opposite side of the net, where the entire team is jumping one of the poor students and slapping his fragile back. Ricky suspects he's the fellow that made them lose.
