Smile On His Lips and Cuts On His Hips (Jalex)

Thirty Six - Sad and Selfish

DeGironimo, for some insane reason, suddenly decided to actually make his students exercise, ordering us to run around the field and into the weight room. We jogged, ahead of only Ramsay,  laughing at what our idiotic instructor had yelled at us.

Alex, Josh, Kellin, and I had failed to immediately race away after DeGironimo gave us our directions, so he’d shouted to us, “Boys, you’re killing the grass!”

We’d grinned at each other and commenced running, Alex joking, “Imagine if we really killed the grass when we weren’t moving,” pointing at a dead section of the field and saying, “Josh, that was you.”

He giggled and jumped away when Josh slapped at his arm, putting me in between them as he smiled stupidly at the fake-offended boy. Josh rolled his eyes and jabbed at my shoulder, shrugging when I objected to both being used as protection and assaulted for it. Totally uncalled for.

Josh continued the joke, turning to Kellin and declaring him responsible for the circle of expired grass that we passed, receiving a punch in the bicep for it. Alex laughed, jogging close to me and bumping my hip. I continued to be surprised by how fun PE had become.

We rounded a corner, and I observed that Ramsay was a quarter of the field behind us, gesturing to an exceptionally large area of dead grass and saying, “That was Ramsay.”

Kellin coughed out a snort and almost tripped over nothing, Alex ducked his head with quiet laughter, and Josh eyed me with false disapproval, chuckling, “You’re such an asshole.”

I didn’t disagree, happy that my rude humor had my boyfriend gulping down giggles. Can’t injure someone’s confidence if they don’t hear your insults.

Realizing that there wasn’t anyone else still going around the field besides us – and Ramsay, technically – we moved quicker, joining our classmates outside the weight room in time to hear DeGironimo recount the rules of using the weights.

He made exercising in the weight room out to be extremely serious and dangerous, demanding, “Keep your bodies and weights to yourself!”

Sun tingling on my skin and jokes bubbling in my veins, I regarded this as ridiculous and hilarious, slinging an arm around Alex’s shoulders and leaning into him, mumbling into his ear, “Your body’s mine.”

He pressed himself into my side, head lolling back on my arm as he hummed, “Mmm, yeah, baby.”

I smiled widely at him and dropped my arm as we were directed into the weight room, DeGironimo yelling, “Get a partner and a pair of dumbbells, two for each person!”

Alex then grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the weights, pausing until a space to opened up between all the teenagers pushing to select the correct size of dumbbell for themselves, getting two twenty-five pound weights once it was possible. I decided to be realistic and average, choosing ten pound dumbbells and following Alex to a relatively open section of the room.

The brunet boy quirked an eyebrow at me because of the weights I’d gotten, saying, “Really?”

“I have literally no muscles,” I replied, putting the dumbbells down next to my black sneakers, DeGironimo’s orders still not completed by the majority of our class.

Alex’s curiosity seemed to increase because of my declaration; he released his weights and moved directly in front of me, curling his hands around my upper arms and squeezing as I eyed him, deliberately unamused. With a  lively laugh, Alex ruled, “Your arms are like jelly.”

“Thanks, babe,” I said, silly pout tugging on my lips.

“Welcome, Jellybean,” Alex grinned, continuing when I rolled my eyes, “What are you rolling your eyes for? You love nicknames.”