In the gym, Morton jogged over to stand next to me.
"What happened between you and Jenko? I saw you smiling and shaking hands and all that shit."
"We agreed we'd start afresh and be civil without hurtful jokes and whatnot," I informed him.
He nodded in agreement, though slightly puzzled at the fact I had used the word 'whatnot', and then on the other side of me, popped up Jenko himself.
"Hey guys!" he greeted cheerily, wrapping his arm around me and Morton at the same time.
I raised an eyebrow at him, before rolling my eyes and turning my attention to the sergeant after a small 'Hey'.
The sergeant explained that we would be wrestling each other for an agility exercise.
"Jenko, Schmidt, you're up," the sergeant read from a list.
"Oh fuck," I whispered, aware of the fact that bad feelings still remained between the two guys.
Almost as soon as they were on the mat, Jenko took Morton down in a flip, landing them both on the mat. They exchanged whispered words that nobody else could hear, before getting up again.
"This is a last man standing sort of exercise so Schmidt, you're out. Jenko stay on the mat. Younger girl Schmidt, you're up!" the sergeant yelled.
I rolled my eyes, as Jenko laughed before I unexpectedly took him down by his waist onto the mat.
"Oooh!" everyone chorused as Jenko groaned in pain at his unexpected contact with the mat.
I got up and smirked in triumph, getting up off him, and standing up, holding my hand out to pull him up.
He looked at me in disbelief before grasping my hand, and allowing me to haul him up, before taking his place beside Morton on the other side of the mat.
"Trey, you're up," screamed the sergeant.
Then a guy with the physique of Dwayne Johnson stepped up and got into a running position, but as he began running, I just declared, "I surrender," before hurrying over to Morton and Jenko as everyone laughed at my joke.
Later we had a test on police force knowledge, and received them back an hour or so later.
"Thanks," Morton said, from his place on my left, as another sergeant returned his test.
I looked at it; 100, A.
Then I got mine.
"Cheers," I thanked the sergeant, before looking at my score- 91, A-
I sighed at the fact Morton had beat me again, but was interrupted from my thoughts by Jenko; "Oh fuck!" he whispered as he read his score.
I looked over at his paper- 37, F. I felt bad for him, smiling sympathetically at him.
Jenko looked at Morton's paper, whispering, "You're good at this bullshit, huh?"
"I guess, yeah," Morton admitted, nodding.
"Wanna be friends?" asked Jenko.
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Bully, turned best friend, turned lover?! - A Greg Jenko Love Story
FanfictionEmber Schmidt (or Em as everyone usually calls her) is the sister of Morton Schmidt. During high school the two were bullied by Greg Jenko, but years later they form and alliance with him during police training. Now they are all on an undercover mis...
