"Well, um...holy shit, I think that's a good response to that," Kat said, putting on her gym uniform and tying her hair up. I had just finished telling her and Ashley everything that has happened with Louis within the past seven hours. Before this last period I had chior with Ashley and Dominick, but I wanted Kat to be there to. I hate repeating myself, and it's just my luck I have my girls in this class with me."Do you have to swear in every sentence you use?" Ashley complained quietly, but not quiet enough for Kat not to hear.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for poisoning your pure little ears," she faked sob and wrapped her arms around Ashley as soon as she slipped on her royal purple spandex pants that every girl in this class had worn, as well as the yellow tank top they had given us. It was our school colors and they had 'BALL HIGHSCHOOL PHYSICAL EDUCATION' across the chess on the tank top. There was a long rectangle along the bottom of the bold letters, giving us room to put our name on our shirts. The tight purple spandex that hugged our bottom half, left little to imagine. They were very comfortable and stopped right below the knee, but it's not something I'd want the guys in the class seeing me in.
"Hair tie," I told Kat, she'd know I'd need one. She always wore two on her wrist anyhow.
As she carried on her conversation with Ashley she slipped one off her wrist and held it out for me to take.
I tied my loose curls back behind my head, a few lost curls finding there way to the side of my face.
It seems they kind of ignored my little story about Louis. I know Kat would incourage me to talk to him, but the minute he wanted something she'd warn him to not hurt me. And the second he did she'd rip his nipples of and make him eat them or something of that kind.
I sat down on the benches between Kat and Ashley, letting the P.E. coach go over anything she needed to before going out to walk on the track.
Her speach was something else Ashley took notes on and Kat kept fidgeting with impatience, reminding me of how Louis does the same thing. I shook my head and quietly begged her to stop distracting my like that.
Later than sooner the coach blew threw her whistle, signaling us to go outside.
Kat and I were the first ones up, wanting to get the hell out of the small crowded changing rooms and get outside. Ashley on the other hand took her sweet time in putting her things away and locking her locker before joining us by the large door that led to the big track, already holding the boys. They wore the smae color basket ball short and yellow t-shirt with the same lettering and box.
We walked down the pavement and onto the black track, white lines looking brand new, probably cleaning them up over the summer.
I was glad I put my hair up as the heat engulfed every inch of my body, rather quickley I might add. The fresh sea air wasn't sensable from here, but it was something I always enjoyed immensely.
I sighed as we started walking the track. I looked over the guys, football players practiced in the large field of grass the track had incased, bleachers on each side of the long field. It was small, but a lot of games were held here, it was great to practice in. The middle of the field held all the boys in competivtive sports, girls held there sessions in the mornings so I was more than happy I didn't have to see Parmis or her herd this time of day. Plus they were football players, who could complain?
My eyes searched through the guys in the P.E. class. Most of them ranged from the hopelessly over weight to the book smart kids who had no chioce but to take this class. My eyes searched, finally finding Dominick walking next to Niall, something that surprised me, but made me smile. They were talking, and laughing, so it was a great sign the two were friends. He'd already become apart of our group and hadn't even realized it.

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