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"Why on earth do we have to stay at school for like six hours and then do three more hours of work at home!" Nancy yelled through the empty halls.
"Right. Like you'd think they feel bad and not give us work." Marie sadly wasn't here today. Lucky bitch.....
"Hey Tori why did we even decide on taking dance as a class this year." I shrugged. Honestly I have no clue. "I mean we are so bad that we look like monkeys running around." I stopped at glared at Nancy. "You know maybe you are the monkey but I actually try in that class." I huffed. "Oh Toriborri I'm just kidding. But seriously why did we take that class?" "Because both of failed the freshman fitness gram. In P.E." "I still blame Mrs. Foster for not passing me when I did 8 push ups." I laughed at that.
So far Nancy and I are walking to the locker rooms to get dressed for dance.
"I mean I don't get it. We have to make up our own dance this week when all we know how to do is the Cha Cha Slide." I stated. "Yeah...we can't even twerk like Miley." Nancy faked being sad. I giggled. "But hey we know how to wall twerk." I countered back.
We both burst into a giggle fit. "Ladies, ladies what is so funny?" I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder. I stared at him. How the fuck is this guy?
"Um do I-" "Who the fuck are you?" Nancy questioned. "Seriously guys. I'm in like three of your guys classes." "And?" "If you're looking for Josh you got the wrong twin." Nancy scooted his hand off her shoulder. "Listen. I'm not here for Josh. I'm not even here for you. I just came here because Jason said that you have to stay after school and wait after his football practice then he's going to take you home." "But-but- but- I could take the bus! I can get home taking the bus earlier then waiting on him and practice!" "Sorry no can do! Jason ordered me here to tell you!" He shouted across the hall walking away.
Son of a....
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You'd think I'd be in heaven seeing sweaty guys rubbing around. Some shirtless. In those spandex like pants. Butts look amazing. No. No you're all wrong.
Watching a coach yell at a lot of sweaty dudes is not hot. Nor hearing them whine an complain. Oh and getting a ball hucked at you a couple times. Like I said heaven.
"Downing get down here and help me." I looked up from my Chemistry homework. Excuse me? Coach Ray was waving his hands at me motioning me to help him. Help him with what I don't know. I sighed and stomped my way down the stupid bleachers.
Oh and just letting you know, the dumbest idea to stomp down bleachers when your feet could be heard when your tip toeing.
"Downing get your ass down here and stop acting like a damn five year old!" I looked up from my stomping and glared at Coach Ray." Damn that old man.
"Yeah coach?" "Don't yeah coach me! Say yes sir!" He shouted in my face. I rolled my eyes. You'd think that he'd be done with all the military talk after thirty years of being out of it. "Drop and give me twenty push ups missy!" My head shot up. "Excuse me!" "You heard me! Get to it!" "No!" I barked back.
"Don't you back talk me child!" He thrusted my finger in my face. "Listen old man I am not doing those damn push ups." I huffed. "I'll add more if you don't!" "I dare you." "You asked for it missy! Fifty! Give me fifty!" "Not uh." "If you say no one more time I'll make the Varsity go and give me a timed mile." I scoffed. "Boys!" "Yeah coach?" I heard one football player yell. "If Downing here don't give me Fifty push ups you guys are doing a mile." "What!" I heard the whole team yell. "What the hell Tori!" I heard one buff guy yell. "Come on Tori just do the damn push ups!- Yeah stop being a damn priss!"
I rolled my eyes. About to walk away when I felt a tug- no a yank on my arm and I was on the floor. "You better do this shit. And do them right." I gaped at Jason. I laid there on the floor embarrassed. "Why aren't you doing them Tori!" Jason yelled at me. "I...I don't know how." I whispered. "You what." "I..." "You don't know how!" I looked away embarrassed. Mind you one reason I failed the fitness gram.
"I'll teach you." I looked up in horror. There right in front of me, Jason, wanting to teach me how to do push-ups. "Oh no no no no no!" "Out of everything no way in hell you are teaching me how to do a damn push-up in front of all theses guys." And I got up and ran away.
Ill be honest I can't even do a fucking push up lol. But yeah anywhore hope you enjoyed this chap! Love you all! ;)
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