Gym Class Love [Book 1]

I Always Found My Greatest Moments In The Sounds Of Your Hellos

Mr. Young's P.O.V

I had seen Mr. Dobson storm into the gym with a look of sadness and defeat on his face. He immediately grabbed Mr. Way and away they went to the back hallway. That instant rush of knowing came over me and I repressed the urge to scream. I knew it was the kiss, it had to be. They were so perfect, nothing ever came between them. Correction, nothing used to come between them. If only I hadn't fu-"Hey Mr. Young, are you ever going to take attendance?" a girl named Cassidy asked, interrupting my pity party. Looking away from the hallway, I grabbed my binder and set to work. I didn't see either Way or Dobson the rest of the day, because I was being sent to meetings out of town. Every couple of months one of us had to go attend a few health meetings on the latest fitness techniques. I had a lengthy 3 hour drive ahead of me, and I was having trouble staying awake. My insomnia seemed to have worsened in the weeks since my late night excursion. I was traveling down the interstate, when I felt my eye lids become heavy. I barely had enough time to swerve back into the proper lane, before a semi came barreling past with its horn blaring. I was startled awake for the next hour, but with the alertness came a sense of Christopher Way. I couldn't help but think of how depressed I'd become as of late. I was usually a pretty funny, cool guy. Well, at least I liked to think so. What did Dobson have that I didn't? My knuckles turned white as I gripped the steering wheel tighter in anger. This was how it was lately, I went from depressed to angry in a matter of minutes. I guess it's true what they say, jealousy is the cousin of greed. And boy, was I greedy. I wanted Chris and I wanted him not just because he was good looking. I mean for God's sake the man's bone structure just screamed "Touch Me!!" so can anyone really blame me for kissing him. It was a moment of weakness. I've been being too hard on myself, I need to get the hell over it. I need to fight for what I what. What did I want? Chris? Forgiveness? No, I'm sure it was the first option. He's all I ever wanted. I wanted his angry, his stressed, his happy, and his sad. I wanted all of him, everyday. His hellos brightened my day. My eyes were starting to close again, not even Chris could keep me awake. "Jesse, you need to pull over and rest." Chris was sitting next to me and frowning deeply. I was about to reply to him, but the horn of an oncoming car blocked out the words.

"There's only one here. White male, in his late twenties-early thirties. Severe abdominal bleeding and head trauma." a man's voice said in short sentence's. I realized I was bathed in bright white light and I could hear the honking of cars. "Sir, do you know your name?" the same man from before asked. "J-jesse." I stammered as the pain hit me. It all suddenly came back to me, the anger, how tired I was and suddenly falling asleep at the wheel. "We are life-flighting you to the nearest hospital. You need to lay still." the man was calmly instructing me and asking questions. As I looked around, I suddenly became aware of a second mangled car. "Who did I hit?" I asked having a sinking feeling suddenly appear in my gut. The man gave me a grim look and asked if I really wanted to know. I urged him on with my eyes as the helicopter had just arrived. "It was a young mother and her little girl." he said with a solemn tone to his voice. I swear I never felt a pain quite like the sobs now racking my body. As the helicopter took off, I realized I was a terrible fucking person. I didn't have time to ask about the little girl and her mother, because my heart fluttered then stopped.

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AN: The plot thickens. Next POV is Mr.Way.