Crazy Times

Crazy Times -2-

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*Recap*

"That was fun," Ira smirked before taking a spoonful of chili and plopping it in her mouth. I smiled and nodded in agreement as I did the same. Man this stuff tastes good, totally the opposite of what it looks like. Something that came out the toilet. Like, EWE!

~* Chapter Two *~

- Adrianne -

I can't believe I ate all of that chilly. My stomach hurts, and I am going to die of embarrassment if I start gassing up in gym class. Ira was perfectly fine though, she ate three trays full of chili. I don't know how she does it.

"Gym?" she asked as lunch ended and we started going to our next class. I nodded and groaned, I don't wanna go to gym right after stuffing my face with chili. I only ate one tray full though. I am such a wussy.

"Hah, sucks fir you. Oh, there's my class. Tootles!" She called as she walked away. I smirked and walked into the girls locker room, grabbing the gray shorts and plain white tee. After I changed I walked out and noticed the net. Yes! Volleyball is something I do best.

As I was walking over to everyone else, I felt eyes on me. I turned around to see a cute, no, hot guy walking up behind me. He had dark brown hair that was a bit curly, and big, brown eyes. You could see his 6 pack through the thin material of his white tee. He was smiling down at me, because just like Jeremy, he was like 6 feet tall. I feel like a midget.

"Hey," he said, flashing perfect white teeth. I could already feel the heat from his body reaching mine. My heart was going wild, pounding against my chest. If he gets any closer then he is now, I bet he could hear it. I bet I looked so stupid right now, I opened my mouth to say something but all that came out was something between a meowing cat or mice squeaking. Weird, huh? Yeah, that, and extremely humiliating. The guy smirked. I cleared my throat and tried again.

"Hi," was all I could manage. Way to go, Audrey, way to hit it.

"My name's Brett, you must be Audrey, right?" He asked, smiling down at me. Oh my gosh! He knows my name! he knows my friggin' name!

"Yep, that's me!" I beamed. Brett chuckled and looked up as Mr. Christianson., our gym teacher. Damn, he looked no older then 25! The gym teacher, not Brett. Mr. Christianson, boy that's a mouthful, is extremely good looking, too. Hmm, maybe gym won't be so bad at all.

"Okay class," was all I need to hear. I giggled, he sound like Justin Bieber before he puberty. Mr. Christianson paused and looked at me, an irritated look on his face. After a few minutes, he went back to his talking. Older than 25 and still haven't gone through puberty? That's a shame. I sat down on the floor like everyone else, and by what I saw in the corner of my eye, Brett sat beside me. After some boring talk about how to play, we began to play volley ball.

- A Sweaty Hour Later...-

"You're a pro!" Mr. Christianson smiled and gave me a high five. I laughed and returned the smile. I was walking over to the girl's locker room when I noticed Brett staring at me. I smiled wider and waved at him before walking into the girl's looker room and changed. I walked out and passed Ira in the hallway as we headed in different directions to our next class.