The following day I step foot on campus and immediately a tall male administrator approached me saying "found him" into his walkie talkie. I look at him with a confused look as he began to put his walkie talkie away. "Mr. Grey?" He asks confidently. "I'm Mr.Conrad,come with me" he says leading the way. "What did I do?"I ask nervously. "Just come" he says continuing to walk.
"Have a seat" he says once we arrive at his office. The office is not as big as I thought,it's small and he has a weird reindeer head hung up on his wall. "So it's come to my attention that you skipped two of your classes" he informs pulling out some documents with my name on it. "Yes. But it was my first time. I was just going through some things and couldn't deal with school" I say hurriedly trying to explain myself before he could punish me. "Well you know that's something we take very seriously here at Stanford" he says as I nod my head in agreement. "For now I'll be giving you a warning"he says signing a sticky note and handing it to me. "The next time it happens I will have no choice but to suspend you"he informs. "Thank you" I say desperately. "You may make your way to CLASS now" he points out.
After first block I rushed to my second block avoiding everyone. Although,it was hard to ignore everyone when all eyes were on me. My second block was physical education. This college encouraged everyone to have healthy mentalities,bodies,spirits and blah blah,it's why I was given physical education. The worse part about physical education is that all grades are combined.
"Be careful boys,you might turn him on"says a guy in a Stanford football jersey as I opened my gym locker. He was handsome and had messy wavey hair. I looked at him confused and continued to mind my business.
My phone buzzed and it appeared to be a message from Robby. I didn't have his number saved but the message gave it away.The message read "Meet me in the woods behind the campus after school? (; ". I don't bother responding to the message and throw my phone into my locker and shut my locker afterwards.
I make my way to the gym and already kids are playing basketball and throwing balls at each other. "Alright you smelly dogs" calls out the gym teacher,Ms.Amy. All you can hear is boys making sexual remarks about her.
Ms.Amy was in her mid twenties and she was pretty attractive. She has blonde hair and a slight tan. Don't even get me started on her body structure,that hour glass figure of hers is every girl's dream,even Stacey's.
"Today we'll be practicing our aims and working our arm muscles. With that being said,grab a ball dorks and split the room.We're playing dodgeball" she demands.
Ms.Amy gave us time to split the room.Of course,all masculine were on one side leaving the 'weak' ones on the other side,can you guess which side I was on?
"When I blow this whistle you will throw" Ms.Amy says. "You can blow this whistle" one of the guys call out leading to the rest of the students to laugh,except me. "Sorry, I don't go for little boys" Ms.Amy claps back before blowing her whistle.
Everyone began to to throw the dodgeballs they had in their hands and I just got behind every person I could,trying not to get hit.
After ten minutes of already aggressively throwing dodgeballs at each other... I'm still alive. At this point I'm just running back and forth with a ball in my hand. Gladly I figured out my scrawny arms and legs can do something productive.
Ms.Amy blew her whistle interrupting the game. "Cody,you're out" she calls out. "Ethan, Chad. You two are left" she says blowing on her whistle again. So...Chad is the guy who made a remark in the locker room,remember,the guy with the wavey hair.
I continue to run back and forth avoiding every ball Chad throws at me and finally I see him collecting dodgeballs from the ground and I take my chance. I stretch my arm and expand it letting go of the ball. The ball hit Chads back and Ms.Amy blows her whistle(I'm so tired of that stupid whistle). "Ethan you made it!" Ms.Amy says pointing out the obvious. Chad gives me an angry look and I look down at the ground avoiding eye contact.
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