Something About Him

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Layla Wilkes

The second quarter of school has just begun and our schedules are changing which means in replacement of Health I'm going to be having gym. I'm not too happy about that even though I like staying fit and playing soccer.

Like expected, most of my health class complained right after we found out that we would now be having gym. We also found out that we'd be combining with another health class to make one big class.

Depending on who's in that particular health class, I don't mind because either way it goes our teacher is going to force us all to run our laps and do whatever else he plans for us each day.

Today, of course, we're running laps. I couldn't have wanted to bang my head into a locker any more when I found out.

The goal is for us all to run ten laps around our huge gym and we all have at most thirty minutes to complete them. The first five people to finish before the time ends gets a few points for extra credit. If you finish in that amount of time then you have an automatic 100% participation grade for the day, but let's say you finish in over thirty minutes. The teacher is going to subtract the amount of minutes you went over from 30 and then that's your grade.  For example, if I finish in 36 minutes he's going to subtract six from thirty which is 24 then my grade is going to be a 24/30.

It's sort of complicated, I know, but it's actually pretty logical. Thirty minutes is more than enough time, so just get it done and you're fine.

Everyone casually walks into the gym from the locker room with glum looks on their faces. When everyone is finally here, we wait for Mr. Davis to come into the gym from his little office with supplies and all that and as we wait a girl from the other Health class comes out of no where and says cockily, "I'm the fastest person here. Guarantee I finish first."

Immediately a boy from my group responds to her. "I wouldn't say allat. Layla's pretty fast," he motions towards me.

The girl glances at me for a second before shrugging her shoulder and saying something back. "Not faster than me."

I just chuckle to myself and shake my head at her being so boastful. She better be the quickest, swiftest bitch in here with all this mouth.

"I'm pretty sure everyone has seen Layla run especially at her games. We can all agree that she's the fastest," Kelvin stands up for me again.

A lot of murmurs fill the gym with people agreeing with him until one person says they've never seen me run.

Everyone including myself looks towards him. It was Chris and of course he has never seen me run. He never shows up to school functions or any games. Not even basketball. His friends always show up, but after school hours it's like Chris is completely nonexistent besides his occasional thirst traps on social media. I mean, I don't follow him- never. He just always seems to show up on my popular page and all that.

"Where have you been? Living under a rock?" Kelvin asks in a playful way.

With a straight face still, Chris raises in eyebrow in a questioning way and Kelvin makes sure to let him know that he was only kidding.

"Like I said," Chris looks over towards me. "I've never seen her run, so, this'll be the first."

Just then, Mr. Davis enters. "Ready?"