SOS (Sisters of Sins)

Man Whore And The Jerk Faces

Woodville Highschool, Woodville Road, Woodville.
Elise's POV:

"Awe, Sweet cheeks doesn't miss me?" Alex pouts mockingly at Bailee.

"Don't call me that."

"OK, pudding? No, Sugar plum!" Alex exclaims, Bailee groans and sends her bowl of... Slime, yeah, off the table.

"No." she sighs, running her hands down her face.

"Oh, oh, I know! Pecca! Yeah, I know your last name." He grinned and Bailee almost melted under the table as we started laughing our arses off.  You see, Bailees last name is Peccatore, not that she likes it.

"Shut up!" she yells, hiding her face. I continue to laugh even after the others stopped. I'm covering my mouth and trying to stop but sadly, my laughing fits our out of my control.

"I know I'm hilarious and all, but you need some self control." Alex says, giving me a strange look along with Blake. I feel a large arm sling around me and look all the way up at Elijah.

"Nah! You're not hilarious Alex! You're more boring than that bowl of yuck!" Elijah exclaims, gesturing to the upside down bowl on the floor. We all agree with either a huff or nod.

"OK, EJ, get off me now." I order, shuffling awkwardly away with my shoulders. He does as told but joins the strange looks. What is it with everyone and strange looks?

"EJ? Really? Isn't my name is simple enough?" he asks, confused.

"Shush! You don't get to choose your nickname! Plus, Elijah is boring." I argue, his mouth drops open.

The bell rings and I shoot out my seat. PE! Yes, must get to change rooms. I run through the canteen, jumping over random chairs and maybe even a person.

I pull open my unlocked locker and pull out my gym bag, slamming it shut afterwards. I slide the few feet to the change rooms and kick the door open. I throw my gym bag on the bench in the middle and rip off the layers of clothes I'm wearing.

I get changed into a white batman top which, according to Bailee, isn't real and looks stupid. Meh, I don't mind. I jump in some light blue jean shorts too. Once I'm done I run out into the gym. I don't have to worry about my bag, Freya will get it.

"Hey, Miss! What we doing today?" I shout as I enter through the opposite side of the gym than him.

"Elise! As my best runner, you decide, OK? I got to sort through these new boys." Miss Theo asks, grinning. I nod, running to the store room to grab what I need. I walk out with a bag of volleyballs.

Miss Theo is a kind teacher, young too. She's only about twenty five so you see a lot of the guys checking her out. It's really annoying.

"Are we seriously doing volleyball?" Blake asks, walking in and giving me another one of his strange looks. He's wearing... Hah.... No top... OH MY BLOODY GOD! Wow, just... Wow.

"How the hell do you get a body like that?" I ask subconsciously, thinking it was in my head. He smirks and grabs the bowl... No, bag, of volleyballs from me. Why the hell did I think bowl?

I walk back into the store room and get the nets. More and more people slowly flooding the gym. Blake helps me set up and I can't help to look at his... Tattoos. Yeah, that's what I was looking at.

"We need... um... Eight groups of either three or four! Miss. Theo has to test the three new boys so I'm in charge. So, we're doing volleyball!" I shout at my classmates. Some groan, others grin, either way, they all make teams.

"I hate you." Bailee hisses as she and Freya walk over. I grin and throw a volleyball at her. She yelps and ducks; I start laughing. She hits me on the back of the head and I groan.

"Ow!" I whine.

"You're an idiot." she scowls, squinting her eyes at me.

"I know, I also don't care." I state, smiling.

"Whatever. We need someone to verse." Bailee sighs, rolling her eyes.

"Pecca!"

☜☆☞

The other girls chatted and gossiped about who cares what. I threw off my tee and grabbed my towel, heading to the shower. I chucked the rest of my clothes just inside the shower, but not so they would get wet. I quickly showered and dried, wrapping the towel around me and grabbing my clothes.

"Hey, Freya, where's my bag?" I yell.

"Where you left it! I'm not moving your shit!" she yelled back. I furrow my eyebrows. What? But it's not where I left it...

"No it's not! My shirt isn't here either!" I yell again, starting to panic.

"Don't be stupid. You know you can't find anything. You have a kid look." Bailee says as she comes out the shower with a sports bra and bike shorts on.

"You look then! It's not there!" I exclaim, shooting my arms in the air. She sighs and rolls her eyes, squeezing the water out her wet hair.

"Um, yeah, it's not here." she states.

"I told you!"

"Wait, let me see if mine is here. Fuck-"

"No swearing!"

She glares at me. "None of ours are here." she states. "Freya, yours is gone too." she yells.

"What?!" Freya shrieks, "My makeup is in there!" she comes out from around the corner with a dress and tights on.

"At least you got clean clothes!" I shout, gesturing to the dirty clothes under my arm.

"I bet I know who took them." Bailee states, rubbing her temples. "Man whore and the jerk faces. You stay here Snow. We'll go get our bags back."

"We?! No, no. I am not going out there without makeup on." Freya refuses, crossing her arms.

"Too bad." Bailee states, picking up Freya with ease and taking her out to the hall. Freya attempts and fails to wriggle free. I decide to get back into my sports bra and shorts, sitting on the towel.

"Um, Elise? What are those scars on your back?"
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Man whore and the jerk faces... Hm.

Bye!

B.
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