"I'm sorry Mr. Hoying, but there aren't any other first hours that are open," the counselor, Mrs. Baldwin stated emotionlessly.
Scott looked at her desperately, "Please, there has to be something. Anything," he pleaded, clasping his hands together.
She shook her head, "Nope. Boys PE is all that's available, that's why you were put in it," she muttered.
Scott sighed, "Ok, cool, thanks," he rebuked sarcastically as he stood up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
She silently gave him a pass, before he headed out of the counseling office and headed towards the gymnasium.
He was only a couple of minutes late. The other boys hadn't even changed, instead they all looked in his direction when he entered the gym.
He stifled a groan as he inventoried the other students in the class.
Way too many people that he either hated, or hated him.
But as soon as his eyes locked with him, he felt nauseous. He wasn't the least bit surprised when Avi looked away quickly, pretending like they didn't know each other.
Scott rolled his eyes before standing at the end of the cluster of boys. He pretended like he couldn't hear the murmuring of the other boys.
"Alright, you know the drill. Go change, then meet back here for further instruction," the teacher, Mr. Wall ordered.
Scott slipped into the locker room quickly, silently praying that he'd get a locker to himself.
He didn't even have any clothes to change into, since he assumed he would be able to switch out of the class.
He scooped up a little name tag and a permanent marker that were sitting on the table by the door for them to choose a locker.
"Of course Scott would take boys PE," one of the most notorious asshole, football players, Henry commented as he and a couple of his friends followed him towards the locker he'd chosen.
"Yeah, an hour every day of watching boys run around in less clothing...his dream," one of his friends added.
Scott chuckled humorlessly as he turned towards them, "Actually, my dream would consist of no clothing at all," he retorted before turning adhering the tag to his locker.
Henry scoffed, "Disgusting fag," he grumbled. "Maybe I should go tell Mr. Wall that we don't feel comfortable with a perv in our class," he added.
"Or maybe we should just take care of it ourselves," a third boy suggested slyly.
Scott ignored them and looked at the little tag with the locker combination on it. As soon as he got the locker open, Henry reached forward, slamming the locker shut. "Hey, we're talking to you, Princess," he taunted.
Scott glanced at Henry for a moment, before looking past him at Avi who stood at his side. He mentally scolded himself for believing for even a second that Avi would stand up for him.
He rolled his eyes and turned back to his locker, ignoring Henry again.
"Don't fucking ignore me," he spat, extending his hands, forward.
Scott winced as he hit the locker, face first. He brought his palm up to his forehead, turning around just in time for Henry to bring his fist back, face contorted with pure rage.
Scott shielded his face with his arms, waiting for the blow, but what he heard next shocked him.
"Hey," a deep voice snapped. Scott lowered his arms, looking at all of the confused looks averted towards Avi. "Is someone like him really worth getting suspended for on the first day?"
Henry narrowed his eyes at him, "You sticking up for this punk?" He challenged.
Avi rolled his eyes, "Of course not, but trust me...he's not worth your time."
Scott gaped slightly, feeling heated with anger. He hadn't actually meant to follow through with punching Avi, it just happened.
He barely had any time to process it before Henry tackled him roughly. Before he could be brought to the ground, he wriggled himself out of his grasp, and made a break for the door.
He scrambled through the door, and sprinted out of the gym.
"Hey, get back here you little bitch!" Someone called after him.
He heard Mr. Wall yell at them, but he continued forward. His legs had never carried him this fast before, and he had a hard time staying steady.
He sailed down the hallway, nearly trampling a girl whose name he couldn't remember. He ran past her, trying to navigate his way through the school.
He cursed when he came to a dead end. He gasped as he spun around to see Henry and two other boys coming closer to him.
His eyes darted down the adjacent hall, before he took off running again. His lungs burned, the longer he ran.
Choking down a swallow, he looked back to see how close they were to catching him.
Right before he could look back, he was plowing into someone. He grunted as he crashed onto the floor, rolling over the unsuspecting victim.
Scott winced before checking to see what poor soul he destroyed. He sighed in relief when he saw who it was, "Oh Mitch thank god, I thought I ran into someone important," he teased.
Mitch glared at him as he sat up, "First of all, fuck you. Second of all, what did you do?" he asked, not all that surprised as he looked at Henry and Ryan coming to a stop.
Henry laughed, "Wow, you both got gayer over break. You really do do everything together," he taunted as he and Ryan approached the two of them.
Mitch rolled his eyes dramatically as he slipped his bag off of his shoulder. "Why do you get me into these things?" he questioned in an annoyed tone, before letting out a grunt as he swung the oversized bag at Henry's head.
Scott gaped in excitement as Henry landed on the floor.
"What is going on here?" One of the teachers exclaimed from behind them, clearly not pleased with the situation.
And basically, that's how Scott ended up with Saturday detention.
A/N: Sorry for not updating yesterday, working around my work schedule is difficult, but I'm trying. Gimme some feedback I love hearing your guys' thoughts. Ily stay fcute!
