Knowing the Bad Boy

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ding...dong...

"augh.. I hate P.E." I groan picking my notebook and pen on my desk to be put away.

"hurry Raq or we'll gonna be late" my friend and seatmate to my right, Andy, called zipping her bag close and standing up.

"yes,yes" I grunted. Still the idea of P.E. disheartened me.
I hate everything that involves sports or anything that would make you sweat buckets and feel like dying because of thirst and dehydration.

Zipping my bag, I catch up to Andy walking down the halls to the gym.

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prrrrrtttttt!!...

"Move your legs and arms brats, this aint called volleyball if your just gawking at the ball and standing like a damn statue!"
P.E. teacher aka Mr. Brown all but yelled and I swear he's two seconds away from killing us by the large vein sporting his furrowed forehead.

"I'm really not cut out for this" I mumbled watching as the ball bounced from one arm to anothers. I dont care about the game anymore, and I wouldnt mind how it'll end, it's just because I am now out of breath, sweating buckets, and hating how my shirt clung to my body. I was never athletic in the first place, not beause I'm malnurished, it's because I am just not cut out for this. I was homeschooled for pete's sake up until my second year and I never ever in my life had the audicy to experience something that would put physical pressure on my body thanks to my overprotective folks.

"Brand, move your legs!"

The ball was sailing my way just as teach called my name.
"There's no way around this" Either receive or let it fall on the ground. The latter seems pretty tempting but I dont want to get an endless rant from teach.

As I tried to receive it, well I didnt know how to bounce it back towards the opponents direction so I just wing it and hopefully all would be good.
Not.

The ball bounced sideways and was sailing through the other group who are also playing volleyball in the other court(the huge basketball court was divided in half to.occupy two volleyball courts). I'm afraid to look at at where it was headed or who would be unlucky to get hit.

I just heard an audible bam and followed by gasps by almost everyone.

I had the misfortune of glancing and was met by overly wet face and shirt and a water bottle rolling on the ground near Regis Blaze aka the school bad boy.