Taint, Time and Tangents✔️

≑ Chapter Eleven

Cover on the Multimedia made by: volleyball_brooke 

∞ 11 ∞

CALLIE

"Are you sure you're fine with that?"

For the hundredth time, I threw Nikki a weary look before folding up one of the sleeves of my sweatshirt. We were alone at the locker room changing for my most dreaded class, Physical Education.

Aside from my injured body, the reason I shudder every time I think of that class was the fact that I couldn't face one of the many consequences of being a human... weakness. The fragility of a powerless container.

I had a feeling that my back would not be the only thing breaking if I participated on the activities of this class. I had enough of ointments and bandages already. 

"You still have time to change into shorts if that's what you're worrying about. We could get away if we're late," Nikki said while tightening her shoelaces. Her voice was soft mixed with smooth persuading tone but her face was displaying the opposite. Behind her rectangular glasses, she looked like she would be tearing my clothes any second and force me to wear our designated PE shorts which I think was more of an underwear.

The school provided the students their own PE uniform, a V-necked white sweatshirt paired with a navy blue spandex underwe--- sorry, shorts. Whoever thought of adding jogging pants as an alternative bottom would get  a wholehearted thanks from me. I was glad to know that I still shared a same track of mind with someone about the possibility that there were other students like me who didn't like flashing skin that was supposedly hidden forever.  

"But this already feels good," I said, smiling, while straightening my sweatshirt which luckily got interchanged with some guy's. It was much larger than my own frame but a lot comfortable. Even my pants was huge, making me feel I was walking in robes.

Nikki simply flashed me an odd look before shrugging and standing up. "Oh well. Everyone prefers a conservative Luna than a slutty one."

"Hm?"

"Nothing. Just talking to myself," she mumbled, waving her hand dismissively. She bent a little, reaching for the pocket of her bag, and pulled out something. "Here. Our teacher could be a little stingy."

"Thanks," I managed to utter as I caught the black hair elastic she had thrown at me. Mimicking on how she tied her dark hair, I ended up wearing mine high on the back of my head with the bottom of my curls grazing the top of my shoulders.

"You're lucky you could get away on not running today. I wish I could have some excuse too," she said, crestfallen. She glanced at me then doubled back to boldly stare at my face. "Tell me, do you belong to a family of celebrities? Seriously, I'd kill to have a gene pool like yours if I were a hu--- I mean... you really have a pretty face."

"T-thanks, I guess?" I said, feeling awkward as her droopy eyes stayed on me longer than necessary.

Isn't she pretty herself? To be honest, it was a shock to see several overly gorgeous faces strolling around the campus. It wouldn't bother me in the slightest if all the students were giving off similar ambiance. However, there was something strange on plenty of them particularly Isaiah and Zeke and the people around them. It was as if there was a huge wall setting them apart from others. 

Nikki gave me a lingering look before walking towards the door of the locker room. "It's a shame that Al--- Isaiah's not here. He would love to see you in that ponytail."