Anna Wilson's Point of View
Getting into my locker, I gather my sports wear and my sports attire. It's again another day of practice since the sports fest is getting nearer and nearer.
I forcefully made myself ready for this practice.
While wearing my attire, I still remember the girl awhile back. Hmm... is it Serena or Selena? Hmp! Who cares?
I guess there's still a tiny pain in my heart when I remember the day of her and Ares. I don't understand myself all the way. I just feel so crazy about Ares again. It's making me crazy all of a sudden.
Well... nope.
I set those thoughts away and went to the gym.
While still on the way towards the gym, someone bumped into me, splashing a cold liquid to my chest part.
"I-I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! Oh no! So sorry! So--- Ms. Anna Wilson?" The person who bumped me asked in surprised. Since I'm busy wiping myself, I just seen a nice young man infront of me.
"Uhm... do I know you?" I asked nicely, I still feel the liquid pouring to my other clothes.
"It's me, Gunter Rose." Gunter? I frowned. "The subtitute teacher of Francis Walters."
"Oh! You're the subtitute!" I remember! He is the one that Francis assigned to subtitute us. Oh! So, this is him?
He looks fine. He's thin with eye glasses and his green polo buttons were buttoned up to his neck.
"I'm sorry to ruin your jersey. I was rushing and my melted float poured to you. I'm really sorry..." he apologized again and again and brought a tissue out of his pocket...
"It's okay, Gunter. I'm okay. I'm thankful you're a subtitute teacher and I understand you. Please continue your work, I have extra clothes to wear..." I told him when he attempted to wipe those tissues to me.
"Please accept this tissue. I'm really sorry. I swear I'm gonna make sure of my way. I'm really sorry." He stated so I accepted the tissue wholeheartedly.
"See you around, Gunter." I passed him and went back to my locker.
"Uh-... Uhm y-yes... see ya..." he stated nervously until I left him alone. I just feel so sticky with my wet clothes and I need to change quickly.
Opening my box, I instantly cuss to myself to see I have no more extra shirts. There's only the black skin tights and a loosed white shirt.
Oh. My. Gosh.
Should I wear this?
I look down at my jersey and felt the stickiness again, yup! Including my shorts.
Okay! No choice but to wear them. The loosed shirt reaches my thighs so it won't be a problem to me. Well, no one would harrass me right?
I just wore those clothes without a second thought. I got back to the gym and entered. I can hear the dribbles of the balls and some sliding of their shoes. They're already warming up.
"Okay! Listen up!" I yelled from the bottom of my throat when I just reached the gym.
They all stopped what they are doing and listened to a word I'm saying.
"There will be no playing today. All that we are going to do is stretching, ball-passing, and other stretching activities. Find a suitable partner for you and start the training. The sports fest is already three weeks away and I'm pretty sure we all of us wanted to win." I smiled at them as they all replied with a yes.
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