Unpredictability of Love

No Sleep Leads To Stupidity

" Alright, now split up into two groups and start jogging, I'm giving you guys 15 minutes to warm up"

Instead of following Coach Horry's instructions, I yawned and rubbed my eyes.

The 10-12 teenagers standing in a loose circle with me in one corner of the huge school ground did the same thing.

It was Tuesday morning, and like every sincere person in our boxing team, I'd woken up at 5:30 and dragged my ass to the school 5 minutes before 6:30 for our usual training session.

Some wise part of me was telling me that staying up watching Star Wars till 1 in the morning can cause sleepiness, which in turn causes symptoms like yawning, which results in Coach Horry getting worked up and ranting about 'the lack of commitment in teenagers these days'.

But honestly, I was too sleepy to pay any heed to that wise part.

Finally, one of us, a girl 3 years my junior took off and started jogging.

Almost instantly, the rest of us (the girls) fell in line, following her in a group.

The second group contained only boys, who formed their own group and started jogging behind us a moment later, following a kid from 7th grade.

Our school's boxing team had one girl and one boy from every grade, starting from 7th grade and up.

The youngest pair from the team would be only 13, while the oldest pair would be 17 or turning 18 soon, like me.

Needless to say, I was the oldest girl in the team, only seconded by Victor, my male counterpart, who was in 12th with me and a few months older to me.

Although our team had kids of varying ages, we all trained at the same time. We even practiced at the same time.

Since Victor and I were the oldest in the team, Coach Horry always expected us to take the lead and set an example for the other kids.

It never went that way though, because 15 year old Cheryl from 9th grade and 14 year old Frederick from 8th grade were normally the ones who took the initiative to follow Coach Horry's instructions while Victor and I just hung around lazily, either too sleepy or too busy talking with others.

I was, with no doubt, the only person in the team that coach hated (Coach insisted he wasn't capable hating his students).

He didn't hate Victor only because Victor was the fittest in the team and also because he had managed to beat most of our school's competition, and those weren't the only assets Victor had, his father was the mayor and his mother was a model.

So, basically, he had a pretty face, a hot body and a powerful family, which was enough to attract the entire female population to him.

Except me, Victor and I shared a mutual dislike towards each other.

Unlike him, most of my performances were dependant on my mood.

If I was in my zone, I could give anyone a beating they'd remember their entire life, if not, I was more than capable of receiving a beating from little Cheryl.

Lengthening my strides, I increased my pace and soon caught up with Cheryl, who was in the front of the group. Once I was level with her, she slowed down, falling back and letting me lead the warm-up routine.

Almost instantly, the girls behind me fell in line according to their ages, setting Coach Horry's mind at peace.

If given the choice, Coach Horry and Coach Preston (the boxing Coach) would have kicked me and Shirley, a girl from 10th who also happened to be my closest friend in school, out of the team for our tardiness, lack of discipline and mood swings, but, there weren't many girls willing to take our place and the ones who were, only wanted to flirt with Victor.