Forgotten

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

     I walked out of the boy’s locker room. I crossed my arms and stood in the corner of the gym. I looked through the group of girls. I didn’t see Johanna so I guess I was free for a couple of minutes. Girls always changed slowly.

I heard a chuckle behind me. Correction I had five seconds of freedom. “Did your really think you could get rid of me that easily?”

Didn’t she have a life? Didn’t she have some circle of friends to talk to? Why can’t she just go away with that chick she was talking to earlier?

Johanna smiled. “Oh I’m sorry, grumpy. Let’s start over. I’m Johanna. What’s your name?”

I gritted my teeth. “Not interested.”

For a moment I regretted what I said when she started to frown but then she shook it off and put that stupid lopsided grin on.

“Aww, Is someone antisocial today?

I ignored the comment and looked at the gym shorts she was wearing which gave a great view of her legs then I mentally slapped myself. The last thing I need is a girlfriend.

Suddenly our gym teacher barged in. He was….wait he’s a girl. I looked at his or her chest--definitely a girl.

She looked like the female version of Arnold Schwarzenegger.

The man lady sized us up. Probably wondering which kids are going to survive through this class.  “Alright, I need two caption, yah?. We’re playing flag football.”

I crossed my arms again and snickered to myself. She even sounds version of Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Johanna looked at me and did that head tilt again. “What’s so funny?”

I nodded toward the teacher. “She looks like Arnold Schwarzenegger.”

Johanna studied her for a moment then bursted out laughing.

The teacher yelled at one of the students with her Schwarzenegger voice.

Johanna laughed again. “Sounds like Schwarzenegger”

The man lady suddenly turned and looked right at us.

“You two smartasses want to share what you’re laughing about.”

I was about the reply to save our sorry “smart asses” when Johanna cuts in.

“We were laughing at how you look like Arnold Schwarzenegger.”

 The class laughed and the coach turned into an indescribable red. I glared daggers at the chick. That damn basterd.

“You two seem too have a lot of energy. Why don’t you jog around the gym 80 times and when you’re done you can do pushups for the rest of the period.”

Johanna shrugged and started jogging. “Fine by me.”

 I jogged ahead of Johanna. Luckily she couldn’t keep up and start talking to me through the whole period. The perimeter of the gym was pretty big and I was starting to do pushups near the end of the period. Johanna was still jogging.

            The bell finally ringed and I ran for the boy’s locker room.

“Hey wait up sour patch. It’s hard to keep up with that stride of yours.”

I glared at her. “ Don’t you get it?” I said so cold that I actually surprised myself. “Stay the fuck away from me or I swear to God you’ll regret.”

I was drawing a crowd—again with the spotlight. I immediately regretted what I said but I was still pissed and I wasn’t in the mood to play the nice game yet.

I turned and I didn’t look back.