Fascination - JB

"you Irritate my soul..."

It's fifth period.

My God, I hate fifth period.

Fifth period is gym, physical education, physical activities, whatever you want to call it. It's miserable. And not for the core reasons of being in this class, it's the judgy eyes, the competitive boys, the prissy girls, the unecessary loud coach. The exercise is fine, it's the people.

"Alright ladies, hurry your asses up- this is not cosmetology class, Heather! You don't need make up if you're running the track-" "Miss, it's essentials. It's sunscreen." "I know foundation when I see it. Ladies, move it." The girls giggle as they walk out from the locker room.

"Hurry miss Y/n. Or you'll be late for roll call."

"Yes, Ms. Belmonte." I finished tying my running shoes and tightened my pony tail before doing as told.

After roll, I start jogging around the track and catch up with my friend Dylan. "Hey you." He greets me with a smile. "Hey."

"What are you doing this weekend?" He asks.

"The usual. Homework and babysitting." I answer.

"Oh fub fun, but you know what'd be more fun? Going to the club with me." He nudges his shoulder into mine.

I laugh, "I'm not going to another gay bar with you. Last time I went, I was a single pringle in a room full of gay. Not that I don't love spending time with you, I just don't like being the odd one out."

"Oh please, you were asked to join a threesome." Dylan says with a cheeky grin.

"Um, no thanks." I cringe at the memory. We continue jogging another lap until Dylan whined about his lungs ready to explode, "need... water... must.... hydrate."  He wheezes dramatically. "You're such a baby." I joke.

I look in the direction where the water station is and there stood the most annoying, most arrogant boy on the face of this planet. I roll my eyes, "You can go get water for yourself, yes?"

"Yeah- nope. You're coming with me." He locks his arm with mine and pretty much drags me with him.

The exact person I try avoiding steps in front of the water fountain, "Well look who came by to see me." His doofus smirk crossing his face.

I roll my eyes, "Move, Justin."

One of his friends make a cat noise, "fiesty."

"How do you ask?" He plays.

I sigh, "please move your ass, Justin." With a sarcastic smile.

"As you wish, m'lady." He gets in my face and smiles boyishly. "You smell so bad. Go shower." I say eyeballing the beads of sweat dripping down his face.

"Awe, baby. I don't smell that bad, do I? You like it. Don't deny it."

"You are repulsive. Dylan, get your water."

"Such a big word, for a small girl."

"Such a small dick for a big ego."

"You thinking about my dick?" He smirks.

My eyes widen, "You're irritating." I defend. He isn't wrong.