I Adopted My Teacher (Under Edit)

11- Gym

It was November 20 when the first snowfall dropped from the sky. The leaves from trees were gone from Fall. Me and Apollo didn't go for walks anymore, since it was really cold outside. Ugh.

Science just ended, and Brittany hadn't been to school since I beat her up. I ate with my friends like a normal teenager with normal friends. By normal, I mean not talking to a wild animal like a crazy psychotic person.

I'm not wild.

"Not anymore, I guess." I said in my mind. Talking to Apollo in my mind while teachers talk in class hasn't been easier for me. It would distract me and forget about what the people around me are saying, so I try to ignore Apollo as best as I could. Although he would just casually enter my mind and distract me from classes. Mr. Lason had been nicer to me, not sassy anymore when I "daydream", when I actually talk to Apollo.

As usual, my parents are out of town. Guess where they are! They're in Iraq, which is more than 20 hours away from here, by plane.

"Today's tryouts!" Angela cheered, then ate a donut. I gasped. "Holy crap it's today?" Cheerleading tryouts totally slipped out of my mind. I didn't have a change of clothes besides my gym clothes, which I will NOT wear, since it's only spandex shorts, basketball shorts to go over my spandex, and a long t-shirt.

"I have a spare if you want." Erica said, standing up and walking to the garbage bin. I followed her and mumbled thanks. I dumped my tray in the bin, and placed my tray on top. 

The bell rang as soon as Angela jogged towards us. A can of Pepsi was still in her hand, which I assumed was half empty, since it wasn't spilling or anything when she ran.

"We have gym, bitches." She said, opening the cafeteria door and walked out, with me and Erica following behind.

"We are not gonnna be Mean Girls, Angie." I laughed. Erica started gigling and Angela smiled. We walked side by side to our lockers. The other students were still either outside or in the cafeteria so the hallway isn't as crowded.

Erica's locker was a little to the left from me, and he tossed me her old cheer uniform. It was a good dark blue outfit, with striped on the side and our school symbol on the back. I thanked her and stuffed in it my locker, grabbing my gym bag. I checked my phone for any text messages, only finding my mom. 

Have a good day in school, sweety! Love you. Mom.

I smiled at her message. Even though we're probably a trillion miles apart, she still makes an effort to make me smile. The message was sent a few hours ago, maybe after I placed my phone in the shelf. 

Thanks mom. Love you and Papabear more. 

I texted her back and placed in it my locker again. I closed it, then locked it, then headed to the gym with Angela and Erica. The guys were already there, and they were stretching, while the hoes giggled and stared at them. I rolled my eyes and looked at Erica and Angela, who gave me a look that clearly says Those-Bitches-Need-A-Life.

The change room was still packed with a bunch of girls, who were sort of naked. I felt embarrassed changing with them, so I went in one of the cubicle where a shower is also found. I get insecure about my body because first of all, I don't have curves or nice bras or a sexy belly pierce, or a flat belly. I'm chubby, but I'm not fat. But I wasn't raised to be a judgemental prick, so I believe in inner beauty.

The bell rang again, which signals that whoever enters the class must need a late slip from the office. I got outside with my spandex shorts and a shirt, which still smelled like sweat since I didn't bring it home yesterday to wash. My bad. Our teacher, Mr. Lemo, wasn't in the gym yet. It was unusual, since he was usually early.

"Let's just do more stretches." A guy said. His name was John. The 28 of us gathered in a big circle, while one of the guys from the Basketball team went in the middle to lead the streches. After 10 minutes, we were done.

"What are we gonna do?" I asked. Mr. Lemo is the one who decides what we do for our gym period, but since he isn't here, I guess we could just do whatever we want.

"We are going to play soccer outside." A smoky, low voice spoke. I turned around, to find the Undeniably Gorgeous yet Sassy With A Heart Science Teacher in a muscle shirt and basketball shorts, and a pair of Air Jordans shoes. Everyone exchanged confused looks, and some mumbled how it's cold.

"Lemo isn 't here. I happen to have a free period for period 3 so they put me here to sub." Mr. Larson said, glancing at me. I was staring at him, and did not notice he was staring at me. When I did, I looked away and blushed.

"It's cold outside, Sir." Another guy said. I didn't know his name, and I wasn't really interested to know.

"Then get a  jacket." Mr. Larson said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It was only -3 degrees Celsius outside, it wasn't that bad, but it sure wasn't warm.

It felt nice to be outdoors and do something. I was pretty good with soccer, and I sure as hell make a damn good goalkeeper. Our team, which consisted of half of the Juniors and Sophomores, and same for the other team, won. We had a good and fair score of 5-2.

"She just got lucky." A sophomore said when we went to the gym. A part of me wanted to hit him, but another part of me relaxed and told me not to. That part was Apollo calming me down.

"I bet it gets lonely in your head without a brain," I said, and there were ooohs from the students. I was about to say something else when Angela pulled me back, stopping me.

Last period was math with Mrs. Sanders. The coolest thing about the class is that she is British, and her accent is just amazing. I wish she was an English teacher instead, since we do more talking in English. Math is just a bitch.

Mrs. Sanders gave us an assignment. We had a lesson yesterday, so today we do an assignment. It's just an alternate thing we do in Math. I kept glancing at the clock almost every 5 minutes. I was so eager to go home.