The Anomalies

Chapter 2: Miss Bitch

I tipped my chair back until it was propped against Kyler's desk, and then I threw my feet up on my own desk. Miss Bitch, as I liked to call her, would come running to the back of the class any second to tell me my dirty basketball shoes did not belong on the desk. To which I would roll my eyes and continue the worthless assignment. Honestly, she was getting tired of my bullshit, and she had almost given up on me. Almost.

I threw my head back so I could look at my sandy blonde best friend, who was just as bored as me. "Dude," I groaned as I clicked the answers on my tablet. Then, I threw my arms back and almost smacked him in the face.

"Get out of here, Mal," he grunted, pushing my arms away.

I leaned back farther, so I could upside down glare at him. "Are we still hanging out after practice?" I muttered even though I knew no one would catch on to our little secret.

"Shut up," he grumbled. "You're going to get us into a lot of trouble."

I snorted, but I knew he was talking about trouble with the government, not Miss Bitch. She wouldn't say a word to me if she actually knew what was going on. I smiled at Kyler and leaned away from him, so I could finish the stupid assignment.

My best friend was easily one of the sexiest guys to ever walk the face of the Earth, but unfortunately, he wasn't my soulmate. He would be meeting the love of his life at the end of the week, while I had three more weeks left. We both hated that we would meet our soulmates during our Junior year of high school, but who were we to challenge the system?

I'm not going to be like my mother and avoid my soulmate. Yeah, Dad told me everything.

Kyler and I became best friends back in eighth grade when I single handedly destroyed his team in basketball during P.E. The rest of my team had no idea what was going on as I dribbled the ball and weaved through his team. He was the only one who even tried to take the ball away from me, which was pretty annoying because he was equally good at the sport. Nevertheless, I still won by three points, and I never let him forget it.

Once the bell rang, freeing us for the day, Kyler and I walked towards the locker rooms. He was quieter and more irritable than normal, so I didn't push his buttons. Instead, we went our separate ways. I hurried into the girl's locker room to change into my shorts and tank top, so I could hurry up and get practice over with. Basketball might be my passion, but today I didn't care. I was already on the varsity team, so I couldn't go up from here.

We ran our drills, and practiced a few plays I wanted the girls to know because they are all really awful. I don't know why any of them try, or why I can't be on the boys' team with actual decent players. But it didn't matter because next year there would be scouts from different colleges and they'll all be looking at the star player: me. These girls definitely made me look better.

After practice, Hannah walked beside me towards the locker room. Her face was red and sweat was running down her temples. Funny. I didn't think we worked that hard. "Dude, how are you not completely dying," she laughed as we wandered down the hall.

I ignored her as I watched the boys file out of the new gym. Of course, they got to practice in a real gym while we had the old crappy one. I searched for Kyler even though I probably shouldn't have. "We really didn't do anything," I admitted, forcing myself to be nice to the new girl.

She transferred here from who knows where, and tried to be best friends with everyone. Most people loved her, but I found her annoying. "I can't believe how tired I am!" she giggled, and I noticed she watched the boys as well. "Are you, like, a Genetic Anomaly, or what? You're not even sweating!" Again, she giggled with a perfect smile on her round face.