The Story of Us

Ch. 5 Smile

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Ch. 5 Smile

“Your time is thirty nine minutes and fifty seconds! Great job, Keegan!” my P.E. teacher, Mrs. Rae encouraged. “You broke your last time by ten minutes!”

I nodded wearily, slumping to the ground as I tried to catch my breath. Every three weeks or so we had the “Fun Run”, where everybody in the class has to run eleven to twelve laps around the track, doing ten sit ups for each one.

Yeah, I have no idea why they call it fun.

I felt a small excitement at beating my other time, reminding myself that I had to thank Alex later. True, I did use the coach (or tutor) thing as an excuse to get answers, but it was actually paying off. I could already feel my reputation increasing slightly (if I even had one to begin with).

“Come on, ladies, the bell is going to ring in ten minutes! Let’s go back to the locker room and get changed!” Mrs. Rae announced. My fellow classmates got to their feet and staggered after our teacher.

I quickly changed out of my gym clothes, stowing them in my P.E. locker for my lesson with Alex later today. I shouldered my backpack, tied my hair back in a ponytail again, pushed up my glasses, and walked out of the locker room.

I wiped the sweat off my forehead, feeling very tired. I was beginning to hate the rising temperatures of spring. I rounded the corner when suddenly there was a harsh banging in the locker I was passing. I froze and slowly turned towards the banging, watching the locker shake furiously.

“Hello?” I asked, hearing muffled shouts.

More furious banging. Reaching out tentatively, I slowly picked up the lock that barred the locker. I looked at the back, and read the numbers. Well, this person obviously was stupid. I slowly put in the combination for the lock, and it swung open easily. A tall boy with a lean physique stumbled out, books and papers flying out with him.

I gasped in shock and helped the boy to his feet. “Oh my gosh, are you okay?”

“Fine.” The boy breathed. He stood up and I got a good image of him. He was thin with shaggy brown hair and faint blue eyes. “Thanks for getting me out.”

“It’s no problem.” I told him. I stuck out my hand. “I’m Keegan, by the way.”

“Chris.” He answered, shaking my hand. It was warm and calloused.

“What were you doing in there, anyway?” I asked.

His eyes hardened. “Do you know Mark Sanders?”

I snorted. “Yeah. He’s a total jerk.”

“I know, right?” Chris said, throwing his hands up in the air. He bent down to pick up the papers off the floor, and I stooped to help him. “He wanted me to do huge science project all alone, despite the fact that we were partners. When I told him no, his little posse of jocks tossed and locked me in there.”