We walk in through the doors and head in the direction of our lockers. I am suddenly glad that mine is relatively close to his as we pass the stairs that every other Junior has to walk up just to get to theirs. The way our school works is that there are two flights of stairs that get used every day. The freshman, being the class with the most people, have the entire first floor to themselves. The other grades only get to go to the first floor for things like PE, lunch, or if they have a freshman class that they have to retake or something.
The sophomores are all on the second floor while the Junior and Senior class got stuck having to share the same top floor with each other. Their lockers are on their respected floors, so we rarely ever see anyone in a different class unless it is lunch or PE. I am an exception though. My locker is on the first floor because I have an athletic PE. The cheerleaders have a special PE that we go to as the last class of the day. Football and basketball also have this PE period, so we usually have to share the court or field with them.
I for one love having PE at the same time as the other sports. For one, when we get to watch the JV guys practice I get to see how good Jungkook is getting. I personally think that he should be on the varsity team, but there is a rule stating that no sports team is permitted to allow a freshman on varsity due to a lack of experience. The second reason is that we also get to watch the girls teams practice. Something about a girl who works hard and is so into the game that they don't really care about their appearance is so attractive to me.
I separate from him so that we can go to our separate lockers before putting my combination in. I take out the stuff that I will need and put it in my backpack, putting the stuff that I won't need back inside the black locker. Something catches my eye right as I am about to close it, my smile fading once I realize what it is. When Jisoo and I were still together, we used to be obsessed with taking pictures. She had been trying to take a picture of me when I had been taking a picture of her. I had forgotten all about it until now, the painful memories it stirs up making me sad all of a sudden.
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I gasp as it is taken out of my hand, turning around in shock. I watch as my best friend Jason looks at the picture before tearing it into small pieces, a frown on his face as he lets them fall to the ground.
"The fuck Jason. Now I have to pick all of this shit up."
My other best friend Nelly bends down and picks up the pieces that are now scattered along the floor, her hand on the back of her cheerleading skirt to make sure that she doesn't flash anybody. I don't understand why she does it though. There are two different kinds of girls on the cheerleading team. There are girls like me who like being looked at so they purposefully got a shorter skirt and a tighter top. Then there are girls like Nelly who don't like to be looked at so she got a skirt that almost reaches her knees and a top the tucks in to the waist of her skirt instead of showing her stomach. Both are fine in my eyes, but she is way too careful if you ask me.
"You didn't have to pick them up you know. You could have just left them" Jason says while crossing his arms in front of his chest, watching her as she walks over to the trash can and throws them away. I can't help but smile at their bickering, closing my locker and fixing my shirt. I squeal when someone jumps on my back from behind, their hands covering my eyes in front. They aren't that heavy, but it is definitely a surprise if someone just randomly jumps on your back.
