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Love to Hate You

Gracie's POV

"Alright class!" Mr. Wild booms after blowing his shrill whistle loud enough to deafen us all. I hope he swallows the thing and ends up going to the hospital. "Today we'll be playing dodgeball!"

A chorus of, "yeah"s and "boo"s follow his statement and Mr. Wild glares at me since I offer no reaction. It's not that I don't like dodgeball or tennis or soccer or football or otherwise. I'm actually shockingly good at sports. So, no I don't mind playing dodgeball, it's the smell that gets to me.

If I have to, I swear I will make it my life goal to personally teach every male that goes to my school the magical wonders of hygiene. It is neither healthy nor natural, the way the whole gym reeks of sweat, dead dog and feet. It's also the only class I have without either Uri or Kyle but, as I just discovered, I do have this class with someone I've had a conversation with before.

"Damn, why does he have to be here?" I mumble under my breath.

"Go change!" Mr. Wild orders, taking 1 girl and 1 boy with him to get the dodge balls from the gym closet.

Whoever said that those bricks were made out of rubber, was lying. Walking towards the girl's locker rooms, I kept peering behind me.

"Watch out!" A gruff voice calls. I trip over something in my path and then I began falling forwards. I fail out trying to find something to catch myself, grasping on nothing but air. Clenching my eyes shut, I wait for the rush of pain. Suddenly warm arms are around my waist and tugs me backwards so that my back hits a strong chest. Literally, I can feel his 6-pack (maybe 8) digging into my back. Hectic sparks race through my body at where I come in contact with him. I jump out of the strong embrace, my back and waist immediately become cold.

"Thanks," I mutter, regarding the now appealing floor.

"You're welcome Angel," he replies and my head shoots up at the nickname. My eyes widen in sight of Dimitri and I blush red as the "deal" I made with him comes to mind. His eyes lack emotion, the steel gray analyzing me from my head to my toe.

Remembering I'm wearing Uri's slightly tight clothes, I cross my arms over my stomach and I feel flooded with a sense self awareness that I don't normally feel.

"But maybe," he leans forward and I hold my breath. Oh God, is he going to kiss me? Dear Lord, please don't let him kiss me. Everyone's eyes are on us, most ridden with shock. His lips brush past my ear and I let out a sigh of relief. "Maybe you should stop staring at me and watch where you're going." He pulls away and walks away, his hands stuffed in the pocket of his navy blue gym shorts.

"Get changed, NOW!" Mr. Wild demands, coming back and seeing all of us standing there like idiots.

I run into the locker room and away from the stares. Grabbing my articles of clothing from my locker, I hurry to get changed, wanting to get out of the changing rooms as soon as possible. I said previously that the school's gym clothes promotes rape, but of course, I only meant the girl's uniform. The blue shorts can't fit a 10 year old without falling off their waist and the blue shirts are so tight, that they press a girl's "torso goodies" closer to her chest making them more visible to all onlookers.

On the other hand, the boys get to wear basketball shorts and any ragged t-shirt they have.

I hate of gym clothes with such a burning passion, that it's the other reason I don't play a sport. Joining the others on the sidelines, I sit down on the bleachers, waiting patiently for everyone else to finish changing.

"Team captains will be Maxine Ross and Axel Gregory," Mr. Wild announces. Of course he would choose the 2 different sports captains; Maxi is the captain of the female soccer team and Axel is the master of all things football. The 2 were always seizing each other at the throat and both desired to make a fool out of the other.