~Willow~
I walked into the gymnasium wearing my skinny jeans and baggy t-shirt. I couldn't participate in sports because I had a falling out with some roller skates over the summer.... Don't even ask.
I sat on the bench watching the other 11th graders warm up for the days gym activities. I thought that it was going to be a normal day but my gym teachers, Mr. Occolini and Mr.Biersack had different ideas.
"Miss Hartman?" Mr. Biersack said, his blue eyes staring down at me.
I flickered my grey ones to meet his, "Yes Mr.Biersack?"
God dammit he was so fucking hot.
"Me and Mr.O were speaking about you."
Oh my god were they discussing how they wanted to have a three some with me!?
"And...?"
He sighed, "You need gym credits to pass this class. Your doctor's note says you can't participate in gym, but you need the credits."
I restrained myself from letting out a dramatic sigh, "How will I get them?"
Mr.Occolini walked up, "I'm glad you asked."He smiled cheekily and continued, "The soccer team has a game coming up, and our bencher, the guy who gives out water bottles, bailed on us."
Mr.Biersack scoffed, "He moved because he was getting bullied too much or whatever."
Mr.O sent a glare at his fellow worker and said, "Anyways, you need to be our bencher, until your semester of gym is over."
I jumped up, "But Mr.O!!"
"No butts. Butts are for your pants."He said pointing at my ass, "Now get your butt over here. I gotta give you something." I groaned following the tall gym teacher with the nice ass. He led me to his office and walked in.
I waited impatiently outside.
Mr.O came back out with a small jersey that read "22" on it. It was plain black with the numbers in red, our schools colors.
He smiled , "Next game is this Saturday at six. Myself or Andy will inform you when you need to be at the games. Have fun bencher. " He laughed and shoved the Jersey in my arms.
As if the day couldn't get any worse, I had my last period class with the schools biggest douche, Ashton Irwin. He had his sexy stupid face and his big fucking stupid muscles and really nice ass sitting in front of me. Ashton wasn't your typical high school bad ass. He didn't get the girls or anything, everyone hated him, and avoided him, besides the soccer team, they couldn't exactly avoid the captain. But they could hate him. And that's exactly what they did.
Anyways, as the English teacher started taking attendance, I zoned off until I heard my name being shouted.
"Willow Hartman!!!" The energized Mrs.Peterson yelled.
"What? Oh! Yeah I'm here." I spat out like an idiot.
Ashton chuckled and turned to me as Mrs.Peterson continued roll, "Hey Willy, Biersack told us that you're the new bencher, congratulations."
I screwed up my face at the use of the Nick name Willy. People only called it for one of two reasons; 1. To piss me the fuck off, and 2. To refer to me as a penis for kicks.
"My name isn't Willy," I snapped, "It's Willow. And yes I am the new bencher."
Ashton rolled his eyes, "They give you the bencher Jersey, Will?"
I nodded. I was lucky that they had at least washed the Jersey before giving it to me, at least that's what my best friend Michael Clifford said.
Michael and I go way back. He's more of an outgoing gaming nerd fuckboy. He's basically a nerdy fuckboy.
Ashton nodded and studied my face with curiosity. His hazel eyes studied mine with an intensity that I can't describe.
I felt my cheeks turn a deep crimson color before breaking eye contact with the scruffy haired boy.
He chuckled, "You know Will, you're a bit weird looking, but you're pretty alright. Better than half of the fucks at this goddamed school."
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~Candy
