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Ch. 4: First Day

"Hey, roomie! How was your first day?" Cody greeted me as I pranced through the door. I through my bag on my bed and feel down next to it face first.

"Ugghhh!" I groaned into the sheets, letting the poofy duvet absorb my body.

"That bad?" he asked. I hear a faint chuckle and I groaned again, rolling over so I was facing his figure hovering in front of his closet. He looked like he just took a shower.

"Here I thought high school would be fun, but it's just as boring as middle school. Plus, we don't even get electives this year. How lame is that?" I questioned. He gave a thoughtful look before picking a light grey hoody out.

"You can always join a club, or a sports team. Try outs are next month, if you're interested," he said. Next thing I know he's taking his jeans off. I lean my head back and stare at the ceiling, not at all interested in seeing his underpants. Wait, is he even wearing any?!

"Yeah, okay. Maybe I'll do like Track & Field or something. Maybe even art club, if they have it," I said, getting excited at the thought of actually doing something fun.

"You didn't get homework today, right?" he asked. I figured it was safe to look up now.

"Nah. I mean, except for those cheesy first day projects," I shrugged, sitting up to face a now fully clothed Cody. Grey hoody and dark green shorts was a good look for him.

"Good. You said you wanted to join Track & Field?" he questioned, a smile growing on his face.

"Yeah?" I said, wondering where this is leading.

"Well change into something more comfy and get into running shoes, I'm going to help you train," he said enthusiastically. I groaned.

"Do I have to?"

"I'll meet you outside the cafeteria in five!" he called back, jogging out the door. I fell backwards dramatically, letting out a strangled groan. This should be fun.

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"Okay, what now?" I asked as we stood on the football field. A ways off there were a couple boys and girls a little younger than us playing hacky sack but with a soccer ball.

"Okay, we're going to jog two laps, sprint one lap, and walk the last one, okay?" he asked, stretching his thighs. I copied his movements, making sure my body was ready for action.

"Yeah, okay. Are you coming with me?" I asked. He started jogging and I caught up with him, taking that as a yes.

"You never told me about your day," he said as we made our way around the first goal post.

"Well, you know how Biology went. Thanks for being my partner, by the way," I said between breaths.

"I figured you'd want someone you already knew," he said. "Plus, everyone else in that class sucks at Biology, including myself."

"You sure do know how to make a girl feel special," I teased. He just let out a strangled laugh before I continued.

"Well, Latin was awful because we al had to sit in a circle and describe ourselves in great detail, and everyone except for me and this girl named Veronica were fluent, and that was because we were both transfers," I huffed out as we rounded the second goal post.

"English wasn't so bad. The teacher, Mrs. J, seems really cool. She gave us an assignment where we write in this journal at the end of every week like a diary but without the commitment," I said, trying not to stare at the shirtless guys playing keep it up with a few girls in sports bras. Soccer team, I guess.