IM SO SORRY I WAS LATE. I ADDED MORE AND DIDNT THINK THE CHAPTER WAS GOOD UNTIL I ADDED THESE PARTS. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! Thanks for reading babes!!
Chapter 5
After lunch nothing much happened. But that might be because I left school when I realized that i had chemistry and Spanish next.
The rest of lunch was mostly spent with Lexi and I trying to annoy Eli. He left early because apparently there's a slut-leader that has been clinging onto him that he misses dearly. It was obvious she annoyed the shit out of him. Maybe even more than me and Lexi.
I decided to go back for P.E. just to see if the class is worth going to tomorrow. As I walk in the gym doors I see guys and girls dressed in basketball shorts and T-shirts. Some of the girls rolled up their shorts till they gave themselves camel toes just to make them shorter. *sigh* really missed all this highschool stuff over the summer. Not.
I walk over to the teacher. He looks pretty young but he has a ring on his finger. He looks like he should be teaching in a college rather than a highschool gym class.
"Hey coach. I'm new." I cross my arms over my chest. "Ah, yeah. Rochelle right?" he squints at me. "Roxie." "Okay well Roxie we have a couple boxes of uniforms I'll get someone to show you where they are. Pick out a uniform in your size though. We don't allow girls to wear tight non-fitting clothes in here. And then over there," he pointed to the back corner of the room. ''is the changing rooms. Students are not allowed in the locker rooms during class. Logan! Get over here."
One of the guys comes jogging over from a group of athletic looking guys. "Yeah coach?" "Take Roxie to get a uniform." "Got it. Follow me." He smiles at me.
When we go into a side room he turns to me. "What size are you?" "Umm. Probably medium." I say while trying to see if the shirt would fit through the box.
He hands me a pair of shorts and a shirt, "Do you know where the locker room is?" "Yup I think so. Thanks." I gesture to the clothes in my hand. "No problem."
I walk into the locker room and head towards the back. Some of the girls glance up at me and others ignore me completely. I notice that the thicke girl from this morning is here. It doesn't look like the other bitches are here though.
I go all the way in the back and some skinny girls are back here. They look like they haven't washed their hair in a while. They look up at me and I give them a small smile, I turn toward a locker and put my clothes down.
The girls start leaving and as they pass the first one slams her shoulder into mine. I turn around and shove her to the ground. "You need to fucking watch yourself ugly bitch." She spits at me. "Watch yourself. Or your body will look as mangled as your hair." She looks up at me in horror. She quickly gets up and looks at her other two followers. "Let's go."
When it's finally empty I start taking off my clothes. When I take my jeans off I notice a long scar on my upper thigh. I quickly put my clothes on and walk outside. Everyone is sitting in groups on the bleachers. I go to about the third row up and sit by myself. When the coach comes he starts talking about the rules and what we're going to do today.
Finally I start listening and I hear, "Alright let's get started. Line up on the sideline and wait for me to call your names." And I now regret not paying attention.
When we're all lined up I turn to a skimpy looking guy, "Hey what are we doing? I wasn't paying attention." "Uh-uhm were running laps and measuring our height, weight, flexibility. Stuff like that." "Oh okay thanks."
"You should pay more attention. Maybe actually use your brain and it might grow larger than an almond." I turn to see one of the grunges looking at me. I turn to the side, stepping out of the line.
