His Angel [Discontinued]

I'm Gonna Tattle On You So Hard

As I made the walk of terror to gym I whined to Tanya, "How is this a required subject? It is basically torture! It's like telling kids to get better at being sliced open with a rusty pocket knife."

She gave me the stop-making-up-such-graphic-analogies-or-I-will-punch-you-in-the-throat look, "Listen, Winnie, I would agree with you if you were someone else. Someone who doesn't actually excel at dodgeball and someone who doesn't get crazy competitive over games."

I threw my hands in the air feeling like I hit something solid but ignoring it, "Is it a crime to want to win everything?"

"No. But it is a crime to assult someone." A deep voice groaned from behind me. I turned slowly to see a tall guy holding his nose.

He was exquisite, with honey colored eyes and dark messy hair. He stood a good foot above me and looked like me could bench press two of me.

"What?" I asked not understanding what he was implying. I am a total pacifist! Anyone who says otherwise is asking for a pitchfork to the skull.

He rolled his eyes and pointed at his red nose, "You just backhanded me in the face!"

I gave him a look of sudden understanding, "Oh. Uh, sorry about that." Tanya grabbed onto my shoulder shaking with silent laughter.

"How are you going to make it up to me?" He asked tenderly touching his face, as if checking for any permanent damage.

I snorted, "What am I supposed to do? I already apologized and technically it was an accident. It's an unavoidable hazard of walking down the hall."

He gave me an unimpressed look, "Getting backhanded in the nose is a hazard of walking?"

"Pretty much." I countered, before turning on my heels and walking towards gym. Before I could get far a hand grabbed my hip.

"Do you guys know where the gym is?" He asked, forcing me to turn towards his wide chest. I felt heat radiate off of him, he was so warm. I got so distracted by his temperature that I didn't hear my bestfriend talking.

"You're in luck, because that happens to be where our next class is!" Tanya chirped. I was shaken out of my thoughts when his arm let go of me.

I was temporarily lonely without his body heat. But then the guy had the nerve to grab my hand in his surprisingly tight grip.

"What are you doing?" I hissed, trying to pry his hand off mine. As I struggled, I noticed how large his hands were compared to my "baby hands" as Tanya called them.

"I don't want to get lost." He stated flatly. He didn't let go, he just held on harder.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have the hands of a boa constrictor?" I asked finally relenting to his hand holding.

He gave me a tilted smirk, "Has anyone ever told you that boa constrictors don't have hands?"

I felt my skin flush with a combination of frustration and embarrassment. "Whatever." I mumbled.

This caused him to let out such a sexy laugh that I felt like fanning myself.

Tanya pointed to him discreetly and mouthed some words that I wouldn't repeat near a church. I gave her an exasperated look.

"Here we are." I said trying to figure out if I needed to use force to get his hand away from mine (even though it didn't exactly work last time).

Thankfully he dropped my hand as he walked towards the men's locker room. Not before turning slightly and staring me straight in the eyes, "You owe me for hitting me, Winnie."

My name dropped off his mouth like molasses. Sweet and slow.

"Oh Em Gee!!! He was so hot! And he knew your name! And he held your hand! And-" Tanya suddenly stopped.

She turned to me and smacked my arm. "Ow!" I exclaimed, "What was that for?!"

"That was for stealing every hot guy that exists!" She pouted, "Is it because your butt it bigger than mine?!" She began twisting in circle to see her butt, she looked like a dog chasing it's tail.

"No, I don't get all the hot guys, Tans." I sighed while sliding my last shoe on. I wasn't lying either, Tanya was gorgeous with her wild red hair, green eyes, and a slim body. She had her fair share of guys lining up to date her.

"You do! Plus that guy was another level hot. Like I would pay him to let me have his children level!" She continued as we began walking to the actual gym.

I felt eyes on me and was reminded of another reason why gym sucked. The uniforms were tight shorts and tank tops. They were to "allow us to move". I just think the coach is a perv.

"If you reject that piece of heaven I will have to post that baby picture your mom gave me!" Tanya stated as we got comfortable on the ground.

"No!" I yelled. And of course it was at that moment everyone got quiet. "Don't you dare." I whispered, aware of the eyes on us now.

"We'll see." She gave me an evil smirk. I would have argued it more, but the teacher walked in and announced it was time for dodge ball.

"Oh! Class, we also have a new student, Mr. Matthews. Please make him feel welcome." I looked up to see the same guy from the hallway and I tried to ignore the desperate girls describing what they would do to him if they were ever alone with him.

Once the game got underway Tanya did her famous run to the center line and get out early move. Whilst I began systematically hitting my competitors.

I laughed when I saw the new kid get out early. Probably because he was such a large target, my height of 5'1 had never been more of an advantage (except for in limbo).

It was down to six people on my team and five on their team. The teacher wasn't watching, but I was only in this because of my burning desire to win.

"Hey! You already got out!" I yelled as I saw the new guy try to sneak back into the game.

He gave me a devilish grin, "What are you going to do? Tattle on me?"

I grabbed a ball, "Oh, I'm gonna tattle on you so hard."

"I know a couple other things you could do on me so hard..." He gave me a suggestive look.

Spotting a new victim, I threw the ball ruthlessly at a girl trying to hide behind what appeared to be a mammoth on steroids. The ball slapped her in the abdomen, and I saw the air rush out of her lungs.

New kid had the decency to actually look scared for a second, before his expression returned to one of arrogance.

Finally, five minutes later it was down to me and the new guy, I think I'm going to start calling him backhand boy... That's beside the point.

It was down to a duel between him and me. I was not going to lose, especially not to a cheater!

"Nervous yet, Backhand Boy." I asked him, holding two balls in a death grip.

"Not at all, Losie." He said, picking up two balls as well. A second went by, "Get it, cause your name is Winnie, but you are going to lose-"

I rolled my eyes, " I get it!"

We both stood totally still, not breaking eye contact (btw he has really nice eyes). Then he lightning quick threw his ball... STRAIGHT AT MY FACE!!!