Don't Even Bother

Ch 3. Bring it on

      "What!" I hiss at them. She gulped audibly and said, "Nothing it's just the coach is so red." I glance towards the coach and indeed he was red. "But why is every one looking at me?," I question her honestly confuse. She laugh and said, "Well silly you are the reason he is in that state." Fair enough. 

     I made my way back to the line. Apparently, we are playing dodge ball. I'm surprisingly good at this. I still don't understand why schools insist on playing this game. Is it a game where weak people get picked on. Not that I'm complaining.

      The game started and it was girls versus boy completely unfair may I add. But as expected I was the only girl left in the game. Most of the girls just stood there waiting to get hit. Some of the boys, well half, were already out by much off coarse.

     I dodge a ball that was aiming my face. I got the guy out in a spare second. I dodge another ball but this time my thigh. While I was throwing the ball, the guy was about to throw another shot that was about to hit me in my calf, so I jumped up (karate style) and threw the ball hitting two guys in the process. Blaze Sean and Malik where still in the game along with two more guys. Five pieces of cake.

     I threw a curve ball and hit Sean and another boy. Three more to go. I threw another ball right to the other guy's face when he tried to dodge it like I thought he would. I smiled triumphantly and whispered, "Bring it on." to the guys.

     I aimed for Malik, but Blaze threw a ball to my feet I did a back flip with the ball still in my hands when I was standing right I threw it, and it hit Malik on the shoulder. I chuckle. Your next Blaze.

     I threw the ball at the same time he did, and the balls just hit each other. I got another ball fast as lightning. He dodges it with another ball in his hands. And we just went like that the whole time until the coaching whistle telling us it was time to change.

     "You got lucky we ran out of time." I hiss at him breathing hard.

     "You keep thinking that," he smirked at me and went in the locker room.

Dick.

     I took off my shirt and put on my jacket then closed some on the buttons. I headed to my third-period class. It went through the same way as the first period. Same in fourth.

      Next thing I know it was lunch. Well not really although there's a cafeteria and everything, you can go to your dorm and do whatever you want for an hour or so. But I am starving, so I'm going to get my food and go to my dorm.

     I was walking down the hall when three girls corner me in some locker. They don't know who they are dealing with!

     "We want you to stay away from them they are ours," the girl with the bleach blond hair exclaimed. Yea she had to be blond how more cliche can it get.

     "Yea." Brunette on the right echoed. I guess, I spoke too soon.

     The whole time they are fighting about the brunette girl not echoing Blondie, Brittany who's name I later learn.

     "Shut up Mandy stop whining, and let's teach this whore a lesson," Brittany order the brunette, Mandy I suppose. Wait did she just call me a whore!

     "Who the fuck are you calling whore, shank!?" I spat at her.

     "You I don't see another whore around here." She said casually. This girl is going to get it bad; I thought to shake my head.

     "Yea it must be because you broke the mirror, and can't see the reflexion of the only whore here," I said and grabbed on her fake blond hair. "And don't test my nerves Barbie you'll need a much better job on your face after I'm done with you," I warned her one last time.