The Precocious

Chapter 11 (Coyote)

Chapter 11

Coyote POV: Levi

       Physical Education had always been my least favourite subject in school and I was hoping attending Tabia Academy would at least make it more enjoyable since the other classes we had were quite unique.

       That was not the case.

       Physical Education was still the same old, boring class with nothing but running and participating in useless sports that I definitely wouldn't do any time in the future. Why did this class have to be a requirement? I could get my exercise some other way. Like walking to class. Or running after the ice cream truck.

       It was even worse that when we were separated into teams, we just had to stick with our house the whole time. Don't get me wrong, I loved my house and everyone in it but it was kind of unfair when they kept the athletically inclined students together on one team.

       Then again, us Coyotes did but the Tigers in the dodge ball tournament.

       Well, Uriah did claim that he threw the game but I was choosing to ignore that just so I had a tiny bit of confidence that we could beat the Tigers again.

       At the start of the class, we had to each run ten laps around the whole gymnasium and I hadn't even reached my fourth lap when I was starting to feel exhausted. And I was trying my best to keep a steady pace.

       I was tempted to just collapse onto the ground and tell the P.E. teacher that he could continue the class while I die. He probably wouldn't appreciate that, though. I tried sitting out once by saying I had a nasty headache.

       He told me to suck it up and get over it, and then made sure to slam the basketball as harshly as he could against the wooden floors.

       But that was probably because one class, I sat out anyway without his permission.

       Once I got to the fifth lap, I slowed down, almost coming to a complete stop before someone gently rested their hand on my shoulder. I looked over to see none other than Uriah. "I wouldn't give up if I were you," he said. "Mr. Powell gives anyone who stops an extra lap." He gave me a gentle push for me to start running again.

       I groaned. "But I'm tired. What lap are you on?"

       "This is my last."

       "Your last? I'm only halfway down. How the hell are you almost done?"

       "Speed. Stamina. A glorious combination. It takes a long time for me to lose my energy."

       "And it takes a short time for me to lose mine." I couldn't handle it anymore. I stopped in my tracks to catch my breath, and it definitely didn't help with me talking to Uriah as I ran.

       However, almost immediately after I stopped, Mr. Powell called out, "Levi! You got three seconds to start running again before you will be given an extra lap!"

       I sighed and started running again as Uriah gave me an amused smile. "Told you."

       "Yeah, I get it, you think you're better than anyone else," I said.

       "That wasn't the reason behind me smile," Uriah said. "But you're right. I do think I'm better than anyone else. And to prove it, I'll run your final five laps with you."

       I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why would you do that? Wouldn't you want to finish as soon as you could?"

       Uriah snorted. "If I wanted to finish as soon as I could, I would have already been done by now."