not just actions (ON HOLD FOR A LITTLE WHILE)

Chapter five

"words are loaded pistols."
-Jean-Paul Sartre

"harry styles, you my friend have zero gym credits." I nod, already bored of this conversation that had only started five minutes before. "and since you need four gym credits, one health credit, that you're also suppose to get from this class and two elective credits to graduate, I'm quite appalled."

I look at him confused. "sir I'm a sophomore I have two whole years to take care this stuff." I  inquired, grabbing my things ready for this talk to be over.

"harry if you think you can get that much done in two years, be my guest. I have no idea how you got passed last year, judging as you need at least one gym credit to pass each grade," he picks up my file again and looks it over. "and you have-- oh look at that zero." he says flatly. "if you don't get at least two credits this year I will fail you."

"sir, I'm acing every other class."

"that's why I'm going to help you." he says standing up and walking over to the window that over looks the back of the school; where the football field is. "after school you can run laps and I'll count it toward your grade or you can practice with the football team." I  immediately tense at the mention of the football team, the team members and their friends are mostly the ones that make fun of me for being gay.

so i don't even have to think twice before saying,"I'll run laps. how many do you want?"

:~)

after another boring ten minutes with my gym teacher, I went to the lunchroom where I
found niall and liam waiting for me.

"aye, where were you?" liam asked right after I got situated. liam's always been quite protective of me, but especially since I came out and kids started to give me a hard time.

"writing my will." I grumbled while rubbing my hands on my face. "how hard is gym, really?" I asked exasperatedly.

"for me? easy. for niall? mild." he stops to giggle at the rhythm and to be honest I did too. "you? harder than joining the army."

I let out a bitter laugh at his words. "I'm screwed."

"I'd screw you." brad said with a wink. you see there was only about five openly gay kids in a school of one thousand and they all sorta hit on each other, to be honest it grossed me out the way they'd all been with each other so I just kept to myself.

"oh god, what did I do to deserve all this?" I exclaimed throwing my hands up.

liam and niall just laughed. "what happen?" niall asked.

"I suck at physical activities that's what." I murmured.

"yeah, but we knew that." liam laughed and niall joined while I rethought our friendship.

"anyways coach is making me make up credits after school by running laps." I said in utter disgust. "or I can, and this ones even worse-- practice with the football team."

"so how many laps do you have to do?" niall asked knowing there was no way in hell I would go near the football team if there was other options.

"five laps each day, two days a week." I mumbled dully.

"oh my god we're totally going to watch." liam told niall.  "he runs like the gay guy from that tv show, it's absolutely hilarious."