Russian Roulette (Royce)

Petty

::Chresanto's P.O.V::

I was walking down the hall with Jacob when Myles passed by. "I never did get to beat his ass" Jacob mumbled suddenly, "I can still do it for you". I smiled a little, "that's okay" "I'm serious" "so am I". He looked over his shoulder and sighed, "okay, but the next time he messes with you, I'm gonna do something". "Okay" I said. "What's your next class?" Jacob asked, "algebra two" I answered, "what do you have?" "Gym" Jacob said with a roll of his eyes. I chuckled, "why the sassy eye roll?" "I've got gym with Myles and Cole" "since when?" "Since they got moved to my gym period" he explained, "which was two weeks ago". 

"Aw, good luck" I said, "thanks, I'll need it" he muttered. "Be good" I stated, "I'm not gonna do anything" he replied, "well, not if I have to at least". I smiled and kissed him, "I'll see you after class" I stated. "Okay, see'ya" "bye".

::Jacob's P.O.V::

I walked off to gym, and when I got there I strolled into the locker room and changed into my gym clothes. After I was done, I walked out and sat on the bleachers. I watched as this one basketball came rolling across the court. I wanted to get it and return it to whoever it was, but I stopped myself from doing so because I saw Myles jogging over and retrieving it. I sighed and tried my best to keep my anger down. I watched him turn around and look at me, he smirked and I glared at him in return.

"Okay, everybody, find a seat on the bleachers, please!" My gym teacher, Mr. Smith, said as he walked out of his office. "What are we doing today, Mr. S?" Myles asked curiously as he took a seat right behind me, Cole joined him. "Well, we're gonna continue our course in basketball, I was thinking about playing a couple games today?" The class got excited when they heard this, not me though. I wasn't really one for sports. "I'm going to split you all up into four teams" Mr. Smith said. I sat there and listened to him call out names and watched as people got up and went to stand with their teams. 

When only a small group of people was remaining on the bleachers he said "you all are team four". "Mr. S, did you really have to put me on a team with him?" Myles asked, I suddenly felt him poke my back. "What's wrong with Jacob?" Mr. Smith asked, "he's gay". I rolled my eyes but didn't say anything. "What if he tries to come on to me?" He asked, I turned around and looked at him. "Don't worry, I'd never come on to someone as horrible looking as you, so you've got nothing to worry about" I stated. I turned away from him, "okay, calm down, the both of you" Mr. Smith said, "get on the court, you're playing first".

I sighed and stood to my feet, I walked onto the court. Mr. Smith handed everyone that was on the court a green jersey, and told team one to also get on the court. I quickly put the jersey on and collected all of my hair into a ponytail holder. "Here we go" I said lightly, "maybe this won't be so bad, maybe".

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I was wrong. It was bad. I swear every time Myles got the ball and I was open, he wouldn't pass it to me. I don't know why, but he wouldn't. It was the sixth time he had done this, and I was getting annoyed. "Do you not know what open looks like?" I asked to him, "cause I've been open for the last six times". "I know" "well why aren't you passing it to me?" "Cause I don't play with people like you". I frowned, "whatever, forget it" I said as I walked away. "You want the ball? Here" I didn't have time to turn around, it happened so fast. I stumbled forward when the ball came in contact with my back.

A couple people laughed but other then that, it was silent. I turned around and picked up the ball and chucked it right back at him. "And I don't play with homophobic bastards like you" I stated. I sat in the bleachers and when Mr. Smith noticed, he walked over to me. "Why'd you sit out?" He asked curiously, "I don't wanna be on a team with someone who doesn't like the way that I am" I shrugged a little, "I'd rather take a zero than deal with Myles, sorry".