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3hree: gymclass

how stupid is this school to put p.e. in the very beginning of the day? real stupid.

it was utterly annoying. a pain in the ass. to have to move so much at 8am.

i sighed pulling on my football uniform. the door of the boys locker room constantly opens and closes as boys enter to change. i looked into my locker for the shorts when someone shoved me in it.

i quickly bounced back and turned around to find a chuckling zayn opening his own locker which was two lockers down from mine. i rolled my eyes tiredly and pushed at his shoulder.

it was tuesday, and this half term was all about football. we were playing guys against girls, which was bound to be fun, but i was too tired to think much of it.

since it was two forms mashed together, we had class 10A and 10E randomly stuck for the year. which means more of qamara's bitchy comments. oh, the joys.

i then started thinking of what qamara might be wearing for gym. would she wear a sport bra and shorts, or a sport uniform like me. maybe rebel against the teacher and do nothing, or better yet, just ditch the whole thing for the entire year.

the tomlinson recreated image of her wearing tight spandex shorts and a cleavage bra made me feel hot and heavy down there.

i fanned my shirt and heard a howl of laughter next to me. i turned to zayn with a blank expression.

"i think you'd want to do something about that or you'd give the girls out there false hope that you might have a boner because of them," he chuckled, pulling on a black adidas sweat shirt.

"you're right, because they're that desperate," i joked, tucking in my shirt so that it could maybe lessen the prominence of the bulge.

"if I were you, i'd use the shower. or you could just stand around with blue balls for an hour and forty minutes, your choice. dude, i'm scared for you," zayn placed a hand over my shoulder with a serious expression.

"why?" i chuckled.

"because if you don't do something about that soon, your balls might as well burst and hello, no baby making for the rest of your waking years," he laughed, grabbing his shoes and sitting on a bench to pull them on.

"ha, ha, ha zayn. you're so funny, i'm laughing so hard that i think i'm gonna grow a second dick by tomorrow," i said in a monotone, but he continued laughing like a hyena.

looking back, we never really used to have these kinds of conversations, about blue balls and erections i mean.

we used to talk about long lasting relationships and compete with our grades. we were smart af and loved out-grading each other. we never really cared about what people thought of us because we had each other and that was more important. we loved books and science, we hated math but tried our best at it. we did everything together. we studied, went on adventures, had our first kiss with twins we used to drool over, we opened our first porn site together and broke my laptop because of it, we slept over at each other's house and biked to school every wednesday because we felt like it.

now, we still cared about our grades, but not as competent. i'm not so sure since it's just the beginning of the year. all we did so far, other than him filling me up about all the crap that went down here last year, was gossip about girls like girls and catch up on what happened during the past years back in our hometowns.

i have yet to discover zayn again. i'm not sure if he has changed or not, but i could only hope for the latter.

👽👽👽

"hey guys, my name is mr. bradley, i'll be your physical educator for this half term and hopefully, the rest of the year," a very young looking man stood before us. he was muscular and tan and had wavy blonde hair. he reminds me of a wannabe miami beach boy, but with a british accent. the girls in our class were either drooling over him, ignoring him or drooling over us.

i zoned out a bit, staring at the opposite wall. a red head went and stood in between her friends in the spot i was zoning out on. she whispered to her friends and they all giggled looking in my direction. she raised her hand and attempted to 'shyly' wave. i raised an eyebrow at her then looked away. she probably tricked her friends by telling them i was staring at her. you'd think people would stoop that low.

"alright guys," mr. bradley clapped his hands together. "i'm going to need the girls to go stand in a line on the left side of the room," he said, pointing at his left side of the gym class, "and the guys on this side."

we did as told and zayn slouched his shoulders beside me. i lent against him, making him support my weight for a bit as the teacher began counting us to make sure we were even.

"ugh, i'm so damn tired," zayn mumbled. "would you quit putting more of your goddamn heavy af weight on me? i'm barely carrying my own self," he huffed, shoving me to the side. i groaned as i accidentally pushed the guy next to me, causing him to cuss me out.

"wait," the teacher paused. he counted the girls again, then groaned. "i knew i should've taken attendance. anyone knows who's missing?"

the girls, and some of the guys, looked around, trying to point out who's missing. i knew who was missing since i've stepped foot in this gym, but i really can't be bothered to say anything.

a brunette raised her hand, "sir, i think it's qamara."

"qamara quinn?" he asked. she nodded. "of course," he rolled his eyes.

"i heard my name," an annoyed, raspy voice sounded from behind us. i looked over my shoulder and there she was, in walking in with a black baseball uniform, even though we were going to be doing football. She had soccer shoes on, which resembled mine but in a noticeably smaller size.

"you're late," he stated, annoyed.

"i got held back," she showed him a late note.

he read it and then slowly shook his head, "riding your skateboard in the school, how old are you, ten?"

"at heart," she smiled at him sarcastically.

"remember when we used to do that?" zayn whispered to me and i chuckled along with him. it felt like it was a lifetime back, even though in reality it was a mere 4 years.

"just stand in line," he glared at her. she just walked and stood next to the brunette girl.
"so i've printed out the p.e. key stages the principle gave to me. it says louis tomlinson is the one who's qualified to be the captain of the boys team this term due to past experiences," he raised his eyebrows. "mr. tomlinson, where are you?" i raised my hand lazily. his eyes trailed at my attire and then back to my face with a smile. "can i call you louis?" i shrugged, not really caring. "alright then. the girls captain is-"

"why are you so slow? it's me, so can we please go out to the field now?" qamara called out, clearly annoyed. her voice echoed strongly around the hall gaining her a more powerful aura. mr. bradley glared at her and checked the key stage to make sure that she was right. and she was.

he sighed in defeat, "follow me."

louis looking extremely hot in his football attire *heart eyes*