I absolutely hate PE.
The abnormally short shorts, the shirts that always show your stomach when you jump, the comments from the boys... it's hell on earth.
It doesn't help that it's a CO-ED gym class, and the guys are always commenting on the girls bodies. Elton surprisingly doesn't do that, but I have caught him staring at tits more than once. That always results in me smacking him on the head.
Some girls try to get away with wearing longer shorts, but it's "against the dress code."
Meanwhile, if you wear shorts that short outside of gym class, you get written up. It's gross, really.
But that's not even the worst part. The locker rooms are straight out of a horror movie.
The showers have weird gunk on the walls, the lockers are beat up and rusty, the floor has what appears to be mold, and it smells like death. Plus, there aren't any curtains in the showers.
Crimson isn't in this class, and Elton is "sick" for the 5th time this week.
I can't use my period excuse because I already used it this month, and if I was actually on it, that would be bad because the teacher wouldn't believe me. So I'm stuck having to change in front of everyone.
After the hell of changing is over, I head out to the gym, where the boys are throwing basketballs and doing weird dance moves.
"Alright kids, it's free time today! You can do what you want, but you gotta keep moving!" Coach Greg shouts. Some girls groan from annoyance, others look relieved. Usually we're able to sit down and do our own thing anyway, because Coach is too busy watching K-dramas to pay attention to the class.
We start going our ways, and I end up sitting next to Lucy Crow and Brittany Ramirez, the Volleyball team captain and the Girls Basketball team captain, respectively,
I always end up spending time with them in gym, despite me not being a part of any athletic team.
Lucy likes to say that they "adopted" me even though I'm only a year younger. They're both seniors, and I've known them since I was a freshman.
"I can't believe that the boys team is using the gym on the days we were supposed to." Brittany grumbles. "The guys always let us have the net. It's kinda weird..." Lucy responds.
"It's because your shorts are practically underwear." I say without a beat, looking at funny dog videos for the 5th time today. I think I have a problem.
"That's probably true. Why didn't I think of that?" "Because you're blonde, Lulu." Brittany laughs softly.
Lucy scoffs and tries to fight back but can't find the words. "Oh my god, look at him..." Lucy says in a low tone, moving on from the blonde comment. "Hm?" I look to where she's looking and recoil in horror.
Brian Snyde is throwing hoops with his shirt off. "How is that allowed?" I scoff. "He's hot as shit." Brittany giggles, ignoring my question. To be fair, Brian really is one of the most attractive guys in school.
Most of the juniors and seniors are obsessed with Brian. He has short blonde hair and a super defined jawline. I'll admit he is attractive, but he has a habit of canceling dates all the time. Yet no one gives up on trying to ask him out.
"FUCK YEAH! 5 SHOTS WITHOUT MISSING!" Brian cheers but is shut up by the coach's whistle.
"Language!" We laugh a tiny bit, and I go back to watching a corgi get his head stuck in a vase.
"I'm gonna ask him out!" Lucy stands up. Brittany hypes her up and waves goodbye. I look up from my video to see her walk over to him. I can't hear what they're saying, but Lucy looks ecstatic after he says something, and gives us a thumbs up.
"Damn, look at her go." Brittany laughs.
Her laughter is interrupted by the teacher's whistle. "Alright, hit the showers!" He bellows.
I head into the locker room and grimace at the showers. Thank god I don't have to shower today.
As I'm changing, I can hear a bit of chatter on the right side of the room, and someone is crying in the shower, whimpering about sludge.
Lucy is whispering to Brittany, who is by her locker. I hear a small squeal and they walk out of the room, giggling. They've never really shared romance details with me. Despite talking about how hot people are, they never share anything about who they're actually into or who they're dating. I guess at least this time I know who the person is.
Once I'm done changing into my normal clothes, I look at my schedule.
Study hall, nice. Could always use more sleep.
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