Gemma's POV
"Urgh," I moan, stretching out my hamstrings which still hurt after this morning's workout.
We actually managed to not get caught, which is very relieving, except that it means I'll have to do it again tomorrow. That only makes the "urgh" even more appropriate.
"I'm getting the feeling that "urgh" has become your new favourite word," Blisters chuckles, "Seeing how it's pretty much the only thing I ever hear from you these days"
"Guess why" I mutter, leaning further into my stretch. It's a blessing that we have some time in between school and our official practice because my body needs those stretches very desperately.
"Let me see" Blisters muses, "Maybe you're upset that Justin Bieber has a new girlfriend and reducing your vocabulary to "urgh" is you way to protest that"
"I didn't know Justin Bieber had a new girlfriend" I respond dryly.
"Neither did I" she shrugs, "And we all know the real reason for your bad mood anyways."
She waves towards the other end of the bleachers, where the coach has started yelling at some of the boys immediately upon setting foot on the track. "Hi there, coach! Having a nice day?" she shouts, much too friendly for it to be real.
"Why aren't you warming up yet?" he yells back, "You are late as always!"
"Alright then" Blisters shrugs, turning towards the other girls who have already gathered to stretch their sore muscles as well, "Let's get going then!"
"What's wrong with you?" one of them mutters, "Did you get kidnapped by aliens or something? You seem to be in an awfully good mood today."
"Psst!" Blisters shushes, "I'm trying to confuse him. Don't mess it up by letting him know I don't actually like him"
We try to supress the giggling as coach walks towards us, the ever present frown on his face deepening.
"Why are you getting up? Did anyone tell you to get up? No, I didn't!"
"Well, we thought we'd do a quick warmup" Blisters says lightly, "Because you said that we're late, so we didn't want to waste any more of your valuable time."
"I didn't tell you to do that!" he huffs, "And now go and do a warm-up! Quickly! We don't have all day!"
"He is so infuriatingly dumb that it's funny again" Sally mutters under her breath, "Maybe he should go into comedy or something"
Half an hour and too many laps later, I let myself fall to the ground after crossing the finish line.
"Urgh" Blisters breathes , sitting down on the floor beside me. We're only halfway done with the workout but our muscles are still sore from this morning. She is
We watch as Sally finishes her lap as well, stopping next to us and bending over, hands on her knees.
"Fuuuuck" she pants, "I hate running."
"Language!" coach yells immediately, "You'll do four extra laps as punishment!"
"Like hell I will" she mutters, "It's not even like he'd notice. He's been watching his phone the entire time"
"Language again!" he barks, "And show some respect, for God's sake! I'll make it eight extra laps and the rest of you can go home now."
"Don't you think that's a bit rough?" Blisters asks innocently. She has been showing off her good-mood-vibes all throughout the workout, and very much to our amusement it seems to irritate coach a lot. "I mean, we all get that good education involves some option of punishment, but isn't it more effective if used proportionally to the magnitude of the offense?"
"Shut up and stop smiling so innocently!" he barks, "Or do you want to do the extra laps with her?"
"And here I was, trying to be nice" Blisters sighs, "But it seems like you really are the human version of the expression 'urgh.'"
"Just go home now before I really make you do those extra laps", he snaps, "and you", he turns towards Sally, "Why aren't you running yet?"
We watch as Sally starts jogging. Our workout isn't even done but apparently coach doesn't really care.
"Go home!" he yells at us when we don't move, "I told you to go home!"
Blisters stares at him incredulously, then mutters: "It's not like we're all thinking the same thing, she was just the one who said it" and the she starts jogging off towards Sally, but not before throwing a "Fuck that" over her shoulder.
Clearly, Sally will have some company on her punishment-run.
One by one, we all start jogging towards them, because, fuck that, it's not like he can stop us.
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