King of Spades |Book 1|

Chapter 7 • Gym

•Rayan's POV•

I come to find out that my next class is gym, which I am very excited for. I've always been the girl to love gym, since I played many sports up until last year.

I've been playing soccer for years now. Not to mention I started softball when I learned how to run. Track has always been a favorite too, I actually made a state record. Sports have always been natural to me so this should class should be fun.

Salem and I walk in the gym doors and head straight to the teachers office. Since I don't have gym clothes or a running shoes I can't participate today, at least that's what Salem told me. When we enter the office I come to see someone I wasn't expecting.

A women in probably her late sixties sits at large desk, papers spread amongst it. Her face is hard and her posture is a rigid as a board. A large grey bun stands on the top of her head and very pale skin takes place on her body. She noticed our approach, but before she can speak Salem beats her too it.

"Hello Miss.Stocks this is Rayan, she's new here. Can you get her all set up? Me and the guys will look after her in class and all you have to do is get her locker and stuff." Salem says, a little too wary for my liking. I notice he says 'the guys' meaning some of his friends are in this class as well. Maybe they all are?

My thoughts are broken off by a heavy sigh, which comes from the teacher. Her face remains impassive as she grabs a note card and a lock from underneath her large desk. Quickly writing down a few things she hands me the card. "Here is your locker number and combination. Find one of the girls to lend you some clothes or something or the first starting participation grade will drop for you today. Get the boys to show you around and help you learn about out routine in gym. Have a nice day Ms.Blackwood." The women says dryly as if I'm just a speck of dust on a window sill. I take the care reluctantly and mutter a small 'thank you.'

I quickly walk out of the office and let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. Well that lady was intimidating, but I feel like I know her. How do I know her? Once again my thoughts are interrupted but this time by a hand on my lower back.

I squeak at the contact since I hadn't turned around to see who it is. His voice stops me and I instantly relax. "I know she sees like a hard-ass right now but trust me you'll love her. She's my favorite teacher." Salem says with a cheery tone. I curtly nod still a little freaked.

"How many of your friends are in this class with us?" I ask.

"All of them actually. They thought it would be a good idea to have a 'High Athletics' PE class, not many people are able to make it in. It also looks great on your transcripts. I'm guessing your quite the athlete given you've made it into this class. Any sports I should know about?" He says with a smirk that makes my heart flutter.

"I actually do play a lot of sports, or I did before last year. My main was soccer, but I also played softball and run track when I had time." I say, noting that he was assuming correct.

His face was in some state of awe and shock. "Damn girl, didn't expect that. I didn't take a girl like yourself as the sporty type. Nice." As he finished I noticed we were still in the hall, not yet in class. I clear my throat indicating we should get going.

"Right. Let's get into the locker room an I'll get one of the girls to help you get settled. Must be a pretty stressful day meeting new people an starting over, huh?" He says.

"Yes, it definitely is." I say.

"It'll get better trust me, once you meet the girls there won't be really anyone left to meet." He informs me.

We make it up to a large green door with the words 'Girls Locker room' written in bold, white letters. Salem keeps walking towards the door while I stop to take in its appearance.