The Normal Project

Chapter 13-Less Cloth, Even More Talk

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The rest of my day went by rather quickly. I was attacked by a blur of faces and names, but the only class that really stuck out in my mind was gym.

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"Listen up cupcakes! I'm Coach Dave as most of you know, and this year will probably be the worst yet! So get ready to sweat kids!" Coach Dave yelled as he blew his whistle repetitively.

The pudgy man in front of me was definitely starting to get on my nerves.

First, he gave me a gym uniform that was too small so the damn thing clung to my chest, showed half my stomach, and my shorts clung to my butt as if they were spandex.

It also didn't help that the umpalumpa gave me the smelliest locker ever.

He also decided, since he was the teacher or whatever, that we should run around the school.

I was okay with that I guess, but then I heard the rest of his sentence.

He wanted us to run around it three times.

What drugs was he doing?

And would he share?

I puffed as I pulled on my shirt, mentally groaning in frustration. I didn't really care about the shorts part, but with my shirt being so clingy guys kept staring.

And whistling.

And doing as normal males do.

As I finished my third lap I was huffing and gasping for air.

"My god." I murmured as I leaned against the detailed brick work.

"Get used to it." Bryce breathed as his large figure bent over.

"Better not puke on yourself Bry." Adam said as he mopped his forehead with the hem of his navy shirt.

"Don't want to ruin your uniform on the first day."

I found it surprising how most of the blissful people were puffing as well. I was pretty sure their mouthes did more running than they actually did.

"What the actual fuck does fucking Coach think he's doing? Like, fuck him! No one wants to run three fucking miles!" One of the girls said, Penny Tumblin.

Penny was the average bleach blonde airhead, but she seemed to be falling into the druggy crowd. She appeared decent, but her mouth ran as if it were stuck on a treadmill. Her ranting got old really quick, so I had learned just to block her out.

"Coach wants to cut down on childhood obesity. Penny, I think you would know."

A few people gasped at the girl who had spoken, but I just smiled. The girl, Avery Dwight, had already gotten on my good side today when she stood up for a girl who was getting shoved into a garbage can.

Avery had a thin pale face, with a thin nose and defined cheek bones. She had bleach blonde hair with light pink highlights which made her look even paler, but it fit her general look. She wore a simple loose Pink Floyd shirt and a pair of skinny black jeans that clung to what skin she had. Her light blue eyes were coated with thick layers of liquid eye liner, and she toped the look off with a layer of gray smokey eyes.

Let me tell you, the girl looked like a washed up pastel goth.

So I immediately liked her.

"What's wrong with you Avery? Has your hair dye gone to your head yet?" Penny said as her small group of her friends started to laugh. Avery had to be a few inches taller than Penny, but she was still a good five inches smaller than me.