Gym ✔

Gym

             I hate you. I can't stand seeing your face every time you walk into class late with that loud low pitch laugh that makes my left eye twitch. The way you walk around with a smile without a care in the world. You don't know the meaning of hard work your carefree lift style makes me sick. I spit on the floor you walk on I curse your birth and use your name in vain.

            Playing for keeps

             It's my second day in high school as a freshman and so far it's been pretty good in most of all the classes I have some of my old friends so I'm never alone. My favorite class so far is AVID and English. Even though I didn't know anyone in my English class the teacher was sure as hell funny plus there is this tall white boy that's really cute, me going to mainly a white school for six in a half years I was always fond of a milkshake once in a while. In high school in order to graduate you have to take a class called HOPE which is sex education and physical education class in one; I think it's dumb it's just another way for the government to keep kids from getting fat and having unsafe sex. Today in HOPE everyone is in the gym which I didn't mind it was better than staying in those small cold portables.

             My friends and I are hanging out on the bleachers we would have played or do something but like always the boys were hogging all the balls. Plus I didn't want to get sweaty in my new second day of school outfit, so we sat there checking out guys looking at the ones that grew and changed over the summer, some not so much. Then there are the fresh meat guys, running back and forth like a baby fish swimming in a new pond. For some reason, the conversation with my friends changed to sports.

             "I hate Basketball," I said still looking that the guys playing on the court.

             "Me too" It was those two simple words that spark my interest. I quickly turn to see where that voice came from to my surprise it was a male voice never in my life have I met someone a boy for that matter say they hate basketball.

 His name is Jim.

 We laughed and started to name reasons why we hated basketball, making fun of people who miss shots or looked like they needed more than to just play basketball. Every minute Jim made me smile would it be some kind of story or a joke I never stopped laughing. We forgot the world around us; we formed a bubble that no one dared to enter it was our world that no one understood but us. The moment Jim smiled I swear my heart stopped. I caused that smile. His smile was more precious then a baby's first laugh that smiles was a drug I wanted more, I needed more. He was the wings to my angel and I was his halo.

 He already had someone. At the moment my walls started to build brick by boring brick, our bubble was running out of soap. I fell asleep on the clouds and woke up in the dirt, I learn the game you created and became your MVP. Jim was like the queen bee having a honey fly and in out of his hive well he had his girl play the worker. Was this the real him? Where is the boy I met in the gym? No matter what I intend to get him back.

 I was the only one who didn't fall for your charms who kept him on his toes. Dodging his bullets I know this wasn't an easy task even though Jim had someone I still wanted to bring back the boy from the gym I knew the side effects to your game so I wore my heart on my cheek to hide my true intentions. Jim hates me but that's ok because I hated the mask he wore. We are so alike both hiding our true selves we fight to say hateful words we thought we'd never say. I grew tired of his games and called it quits being the bigger person I am, I gave up on looking for the boy in the gym.

 We despise each other but that didn't stop us from sounding like an old married couple bickering every chance we got pointing out each other flaws. But how can you hate someone when out of the blue the person starts showing you a side of them you never thought you would have never seen like the Grinch hated Christmas but with that one act of kindness a person gave him he ends up loving Christmas. Sometimes I would get mad or start picking fights with people and somehow Jim was always there pulling out of trouble. Weeks past and our hate started to die down to the point we can be in the same room with each other. We fought less and helped each other out when needed; this was all new to me. I was so used to Jim with mask. Slowly he started to let me in and at the same time, he started to break down my walls brick by boring brick. I loved this side of Jim; I got my old Jim back the Jim I met in the gym. As Jim I use to know was coming back we got closer. I don't understand why I can't act the same around him anymore? And the fact that the apple to his eye has now turned rotten.

 He is now a free slave no longer tied down. Even though he was free he didn't mess around like he uses to which surprised me. He changed; we got closer and started talking outside of school I started to act like a school girl having her first crush. Hiding your true feelings because you're afraid of what the other person would think so you hit them and make fun of them, but really your mind is screaming to tell that person how you feel. I felt like an idiot, it didn't take long for my friends to notice also they were the first to say Jim and I were like an old married couple. When Jim and I fight out friends would make jokes and as always I would deny and say I hate him but then again hate an only go so far. I couldn't be my self around him anymore and he started to pick up I mean how could he not is my other half.

 Jim was the first to make a move. On the day we rise are white flags was the day Jim and I made a promise to each other. It took us a while to get used to the idea but after a while, we were two peas in a pod. But little did I know that is cupcake faze would end so soon Jim was in a band and that took up a lot of our time I tried to be patient and understand but it was hard since I rarely see I started to lose hope in the relationship I thought t would be better if he just stayed friends that way it could save me from the heartache I refuse to be the stay at home rapper wife.

 Our first kiss was on Valentines Day that next level to our relationship, I still was having droughts even though I wanted to call it quits I still bought him something but surprise me the most was when he walked in to HOPE with a huge teddy that said happy Valentines Day. It's my first Valentine having a Valentine, Jim when all-out he bought me a box of chocolates and a card the card was so cute when I looked at the envelope all my fears and droughts disappeared everything in that card explain how I felt it's like he knew I was willing worried. 

The card also came with a magnet that you can stick anywhere it was a small poem saying that no matter how far he was always there. After HOPE he just kept showering me with gifts he gave me another box of chocolates, a heart-shaped balloon and a flower sticker he asks me to put on my cheek. At first, I was confused about why he wants me to wear it but he said you are the pedals and he's the honey to the flower we need each other to live. That day was three months. 

 Six months has past and it's been like an emotional roll coaster. Since Valentine's Day I felt like we took a step back, back to our old ways.

 Hate that we're so alike.

 Hate that we're so loud.

 Hate that we can tell how the other is feeling without having to ask.

 Hate that share the same morals.

 Hate how we are both so busy we can' notice these little spaces that are forming between us. We are backing to pointing out flaws now back to building up are walls, back to wearing are masks. I don't understand I thought we had something. Band or me? In the end, the band won the prize in my heart. When I lost I wasn't mad because being with Jim taught me a lot of things, I wish I paid attention more and kept my promise till the end then maybe we Jim and I wouldn't have those award moments. I love Jim and every day I find a more reason to smile more, I laugh more I found something in my life that I lack which was there's more to life, you can't fully understand it by just a book you have to go out and look for it at first I didn't understand what Jim meant by that but now I see the world in a different view it's more colorful and full of life. I feel like I also changed Jim's life I still talk to him in the halls when I look into his eyes I can see this was for the best no matter how much it hurts we both changed for the good. I got to know, hate, and understand a person who is just like me. He gave me his wings in return I gave him my heart.