✔ Aspen | Sherman Yang

[15.01]

Sherman's best class was gym, as no one was surprised. He was built, had broad shoulders, the ADHD really helped, and had stamina.

But today, he was slightly less excited for PE. 

It felt really bad to say it, but the class was less exciting knowing she was there. Sherman wanted to be friends with Miranda yet something was stopping them, and the nostalgia was painful at the moment. They were completely different people now and he didn't think he could be friends with someone he used to know.

Sherman headed into the sweaty locker room and sat on the bench, dropping his gym strip by his side. He was lost in thought, wondering if they would ever be friends like they used to. Maybe when they went to back to Camp Half-Blood they would be mad at each other for not making an effort and they wouldn't be friends there either. While Sherman wasn't ready to try and be good friends right now, he wasn't ready to lose her either.

Did Miranda Gardiner even want to be friends at this point? 

He wondered if she was done and the little effort was because their friendship didn't mean as much to her as it did to him. It couldn't be possible right? There was no way that she didn't care about him after everything they had been through. He wouldn't believe it because he needed didn't know what to do if telling each other their life stories meant nothing to her.

"Hey, Sherman."

He quickly snapped out of his dreamland. "Oh? Umm, yea?"

Lance raised an eyebrow questionably and Sherman blinked a couple times. 

"What!"

"I asked you if you were going to wear jeans for PE." he said.

"Of course not."

"Looks like it, you have a couple minutes to throw on shorts." 

Sherman groaned and changed. He tied up a pair of running sneakers and jogged into the gym. After doing a light run with the class and trying his best to ignore the group of people complaining about gym, their teacher announced that they would be playing volleyball.

Volleyball was one of his favourite sports, as it was pretty much a game of dibs. It was the only thing in life where once you said you wanted it, you got it. Not only was it a serious game of teamwork and strategy, it was where not everyone had to have the same strengths and to play. 

The class was divided into a few courts, mostly based around skill level, and a few of the better players ended up in the third court. They were starting to split themselves into positions, and he looked around, noticing that they were in need of a second power, which was the person who usually spiked the ball extremely hard in relation to the name. 

As he made his way through to the positions, he realized that Miranda had also approached the power spot. 

"Oh, are you going to be power?" she asked him.

She said it so neutrally as if he was another acquaintance. It was shocking.

"No—well, yes, but it you wanted to be power this round I—"

"It's ok, I can play setter this round." she replied firmly, walking behind him and a little to the right. 

He guiltily nodded and walked up to the net in preparation to block. Miranda spoke to him like she would to any other person in his position. Maybe he would be happier if she never spoke a single word to him, and then it would be easy because at least she felt something. 

The ball went over the net and Sherman couldn't help himself from quickly glancing over at Miranda as she ran to the other side court. He barely had time to process the fact that his teammate had passed the ball perfectly over to her, and she had set him up for a perfect hit. He snapped out of his gaze as soon as he could and smacked the ball.

It was a good hit, but it went far off the court and bounced off the opposite wall. People were staring at him. 

"Maybe a little less on the power." Rory suggested.

"I'll keep it in mind."

He took one last glance at Miranda and sighed. He was going to treat her like anyone else if she was going to do that to him.

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