Inviting the Virgin: Dealing With the Aftermath (Old Version)

Six :The New Game:

A/N: Unedited because hey... when do I ever editing anything lol

"You're late Quinn," The PE teacher shouted in my face as I passed him. The only inkling I had that he was yelling was the spray of spit that followed his words, which were fainted to me ears.

I was so engrossed with so many thoughts that I couldn't think straight. There was no way to problem solve when you had none of the solutions or even the whole problem in front of you. If only I could right click what was in my head and paste in onto paper.

"Eden?" Stella asked rising from the benches and heading towards me.

The gasps among the group was comical. What? Can't two girls be enemies and then the next day have everything between the two of them resolved? Glancing up at Stella I could see the concerned look across her face.

Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail as she stood before me in our matching gym uniforms. Both her hands grabbed my shoulders and I could see everyone on their toes. Whether they were curious and leaning in or readily preparing themselves to break up a catfight I didn't know.

"Eden, what is it?" She repeated. The knit between her eyebrows grew larger the more she stared at me.

"Nancy has the video camera." The words were a hushed whispered that no one else would have heard except Stella and I.

Those five words were enough for Stella to walk calming to the garbage can and throw up everything she had eaten for lunch. It was either anxiety or morning sickness but either way I walked towards her, avoiding everyone else's stare.

Standing a foot away from her I put my hands on my hips, "Any day now Stella," I snickered mimicking what she had said to me two days ago when I had thrown up in a very similar garbage can.

Her laughter erupted, echoing from the disgusting garbage can.

"Bitch," she tossed the word at me halfheartedly.

The coach blew his whistle loudly in my ear, making me jump out of my skin-"Ouch," I groaned sticking my finger in my ear trying to get it to stop ringing.

"This is P.E not Drama," he shouted as his face growing bright red-"Laps," his voice boomed again as everyone groaned, slowly rising from their seats.

The class was moving sluggishly and so was Stella. Eventually, she was able to push herself away from the metal container. She used the rim of her shirt to whip her mouth clean.

"Gonna be okay?" I asked her starting a light jog as I received a warning stare and point from the coach as the first group of people lapped me.

"Quinn, Wells, pick up it up," he shouted again as we rolled our eyes in unison.