Seven Years

{Chapter 5}

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{Nine Iron}

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"You have to be kidding me." I grumbled walking into the gym. Dusty right at my side.

I prepared in the morning for this with an unhealthy amount of coffee but after being able to avoid him all day I thought I was in the clear guess not.

I mean we ate lunch in the library just so I didn't have to deal with him.

And now he was walking across the gym to us.

"Guess he found you." I elbowed Dusty right as he stepped infront of us. A smirk was cemented on his face.

"Wow. Finally, it almost seems like you have been avoiding me."

"Wow. It almost seems like you have been stalking me." I shot back sarcastically crossing my arms over my chest almost unconsciously.

He had changed from his grey t-shirt and dark wash jeans with that freaking jacket over it to grey gym shorts and a cut off white muscle tank.

Bentley opened his mouth to probably spew some stupid comeback but a whistle cut him off.

"Alright guys! We have fitness evaluations coming up-" then the gym teacher was cut off by a groan that I was also proudly apart of. "Yeah well just another reason to hate the government! And we get a grant of money for this so do good and three laps!"

The class groaned again including Dusty and I but we just started our three laps around the perimeter of the gym.

Mr. Cort was the football coach. You would think he would be terrible but he really doesn't care. And when he says do good on your evaluations it means write down numbers that reach the average. Or at least higher than last year.

The grant is to get new fitness equimpment and we are to show we are getting less fat because we are using it.

The only people that use the workout room are the sports team people. Soo... Cort needs all the help he needs. Even if that is hinting to lie on your evaluation.

I am a flyer on a world champion cheer team. So I would say I was pretty good and Dusty was right there with me. We met through the team and she is one of the people keeping me up in the air and not breaking my leg.

We didn't lead the pack we were a couple a head of the middle of the group. We could both kick that cocky asshole leading the running but we were not the type to show off.

"Wow. Didn't think you had it in you. You both have been steady the whole time."

and then our piece and quiet ended.

"Shove it Bentley." And that is all I said. We all stayed in a perfect line and finished in a good huff like everyone else.

"Okay guys. Remember your number." He counted us off and told us to find our matching number.

And wouldn't you know it, Bentley was my number.

"So this is your partner. We start golf today. You will eventually make it through all fourteen holes through this week."

Maybe this wouldn't be too bad. A 9 iron sounded fun at the moment.

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"So how was your partner?"

"Didn't think a Criminal Minds episode could be made out of a golf club but I had so many ideas on how I could use that thing I was scaring myself." Dusy laughed and we continued to get ready for cheer.