A/N: Like I said they differ in length.
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"Okay, kids. Move it!" The teacher claps his hands, scattering the students across the gymnasium. Bailey looks up the rope dangling in front of her, taunting her. She's too tired for this. Third day of classes and she's already having gym.
She tugs the rope once to make sure it is secure. It rocks above her, swaying from side to side.
"Miss Bailey Wilson." Mr Tucker approaches from behind her, leaving the student he was instructing. "It looks like you could use some help."
His tone is cocky, and his expression is definitely matching that. She gives him a look, still gripping the rope in her hand, and lets her eyes trail him. Red training jacket, matching pants, white shirt. His brown hair styled to look messy, and his breath hinting at a severe gum addiction.
She turns her focus back to the rope, tightening her grip.
"What's your first name?" She bends her knees before jumping, pulling herself up, and locking her legs around the rope. Changing her grip and sliding a bit higher up she holds still and looks down at him. "You know my full name, only fair I know yours."
He scoffs up at her, pushing his tongue into his left cheek, eyes not leaving hers.
"Lance." He says. "But that's none of your business."
She looks up the rope, nodding to herself. Moving her hands she continues her task, slowly scaling towards the ceiling under his supervision.
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