~~Zeke's POV~~
I walk into class. Physical Education. PE. My least favorite class. I wonder what excuse I could use today... I could use the ankle thing again... But today. As I walk into the locker room I hear groans from everyone. Pacer test.. Can't get out of this one, Zeke. I join the groans. I mean, I could just leave on one, but no one wants to be the first one out. C'mon, Zeke, I tell myself, you gotta get at least a twenty. Until someone else gets out. Come. On. As we step out, I look around. It's hard to see people when words are circling your head like a vulture, ready to dive down and peck out your muscles until you fall on the ground from exhaustion. "The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal." A beep sounds. I look around. Twelve guys, the jocks of the class, laugh with each other, making bets about how far each can go and who will get out first. Eight girls, the female jocks, run in place, warming up. Everyone else either talks with friends, fidgets, or just looks blank. What's even the point of this? We're just running from one wall to the other for literally no reason. Oh because we want to IMPROVE?! Haha, I don't really think ANYONE wants to improve. Except Chris McCoy. The jock before all jocks. The teachers love him. And even I have to admit he's hot. He plays every single sport this school has to offer. Me? I don't play any sport. I like to sit in on soccer matches though. Now the main person I watch on the field is Jason. The best striker. Also the best defense. The way his muscles pump through the short sleeved jersey. The way his hair flies backward in the breeze. The way he- Zeke stop. Nope we are not getting into about how his golden brown skin glistens with sweat in the sun. Or how his legs pump like a cheetah's while sprinting. Or how, his black and green outfit perfectly compliments his skin tone. ZEKE STOP! I just smile softly to myself when I realize someone is actually yelling my name. I guess I go lost in my fantasy. Turns out the pacer test has already started. I already missed the first 2 so I'm out. With lets see. Negative amount of laps. I casually stride over to my teacher and tell them "-1 sir" and walk out of the class. Then start to sprint through the halls.
~~Jason's POV~~
Welp, that was annoying. Seriously who comes up with the shit like the pacer test? Just cause I like to run doesn't mean I like the stupid crap like that. It's complete bull. I watched as Zeke ran out of the gym. It's science now, I had the highest score. 153. Most people were amazed. Even Chris who only got a 106. But honestly I could have done better. I was only jogging at the end there. Not even sprinting. Everyone was starting to gape including the teachers. So i stopped. I could've gotten probably 300... Now I've been asked to join the track AND cross-country. I declined. Katie was actually in third. I was surprised. I thought that girl was used to wearing high-heels. But dam-DANG. She looked comfortable in lilac sneakers. After science its Lunch! Currently our teacher is droning on about some table. Science isn't my strongest topic. Neither is math. I wonder what we will do in the club today. Also others are getting jealous that they can't join. We just say that we signed up first and now there is no more room. Heck some of us get bullied for it such as Sam, Jamie, and Zeke. But the more popular of us such as Katie, Mason, and I. We are worshipped. It seems like a bit of a strong word, but it's true. Some people follow us everywhere, stalk us, idolize us, and well...Be weird... But not a good weird. Like a Jamie interesting weird. More like a creepy, gives you chills, weird.I don't hear the bell ring so I still sit in my seat, zoned out when everyone else gets up. I zone back in when someone slams into my side. Harmfully. "Ow. What the fu-?" I stop myself. Who hit me? I glance around. Chris is smirking at me as he walks toward the door. I scowl as I get up and as I walk out of the classroom I hear. "Hey, Vomit. Why don't you go and play with your little GAY friends" I turn around quickly. Chris. I don't know he said next. But before I knew it my hand was covered in his blood. I feel his fist collide with my chest, knocking the air out of me with a whoosh. I only punch and kick harder. Finally it takes 3 teachers to pull me off him. I snarl as I look him up and down. Black eye. Torn out hair. Bleeding from nose and mouth. Arm is bent at a weird angle. I'm not going away without damage to myself to. My rib hurts like hel-heck. I smirk down at him. "B-back off you freak" I kick his leg. He howls in pain. "Big baby" I unhook myself from the teachers and walk out of the school doors nearest to us. I get outside. Sprint toward the back off the school. A small clearing in the brush. I clamber up the tree. I find a good nook where I won't fall if I fell asleep. I close my eyes and think. Why did I hit him? No idea. Suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look behind me, and...
~~Katie's POV~~
Jason turns to me. His chocolate eyes watery. "May I come up?" He just nods and turns back not saying a word. I easily clamber up the small tree and sit beside him. His jeans brush my leg below my dark lavender dress. I blush slightly. "So. Chris..."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"To bad. We are gonna." I demand. He just sighs. A drop of water appears on his lap. I quickly check the sky. No clouds. "Fine" he growls. "He insulted us all. Our group. He called us all gay.." I almost laugh then I remember it's not funny. "Well I'm obviously straight. I can't say anything about Red and Orange tho..Maybe blue.." He softly smirks. "Well...why did you punch him..." He pauses, then says,
"I'm not exactly sure."
~~Chris' POV~~
That asshole! Why the fuck would he do that? As I sat in the nurse's office, covered in blood. My blood. I barely got a hit on him. Then he bested the teachers and sprinted out. And the worst part. My girlfriend sprinted after him, glaring at me. It's after school now. I pull my phone out of my pocket. The screen is cracked. Fuck. It still works. I call up Katie. She picks up on the fourth ring. Weird. It usually takes her less time...
"Katie! Oh thank god you're there. Why the fuck did you run after that fag?"
She doesn't respond.
"Katie?"
Again. No response.
"Katie?!"
She responds, finally.
"Chris...I think-" she sighs.
"Answer my question"
"Fine Chris..I like him..."
"What?"
"I like him Chris. That's why I followed him."
"Oh ok. I get you guys are in a fucking club or what not and SOMEHOW you became friends but I have no idea what the shit it has to do with me"
"No..I LIKE him. We're done."
"Katie.."
"You're an ass and a dick."
"But Katie..We can work this out. We've fought before.."
"Do I fucking have to spell this out for you? We. Are. Done."
I decide to take a different approach. "Aw c'mon Katie. I'm sorry...We can talk this over. Could I come over?"
"No. We can't. Goodbye Chris." She hangs up.
She broke up with me. For him. Jason Calore.
~~Jason's POV~~
She kissed me. Katie Marie Jefferson kissed me. My dark brown hair flutters in front of my eyes as my cheeks flush red. We still sit in the tree. She leans against me sleepily. I place a tender kiss on her forehead. "Go to sleep my love" I whisper. She groans peacefully and soon I feel her go limp. I thankfully can feel her warm break near my neck. I smile. I think back to a few minutes ago. When Chris called her. I listened to her breakup with him over the phone. Then she hung up and made me turn my head. She placed a intense and loving kiss on my lips. I kissed back. I feel my eyes start to close. I lead my head on hers and I doze off.
