High school: a ppg story

Dodge Ball

Buttercup p.o.v
Those twats.
I was on my way to P.E. (I'd rather have it later in the day) in a foul mood.
I hope we are playing dodge ball.

I mentally wished good luck to my sisters.

I would need it.
Because if I saw even one of those absolute pieces of garbage, it wouldn't be very pretty.
I was much more violent and daring then my sisters.
And all I wanted to do at the moment, was soccer kick all three of those freaks of nature to China.

I made it to the doors of the gym without being interrupted by anyone I don't like.
I opened the door and stepped in, the smell hit immediately, and I managed to calm down just a bit.

But all of that didn't matter at all. Because when I turned around, I kid you not, my nose touched, touuuuched, Butch Rowdyruff's.

I cussed so loud that I swear, everyone upstairs could hear it.
Mr. Bruno cleared his throat.

"Sorry..." Butch smirked, his head tipping to the side.
"Don't look at me like that unless you want want to limp all the way to second block with no balls."
He stood straight, chuckling.
"My my, what a mouth. Threatening the new kid. So low. I thought you were a super hero."
I clenched my fists.
"Super. Heroine. Women can do it too. And by the way, we do it better. And when it comes to villains, and slimy little slugs like you, I say whatever. I. Want."

"Head to the locker rooms, get changed. When you get done, prepare for warmups."

I walked away shaking.
Oh it better be dodge ball.
Dodge. Ball.
I got dressed in the cotton gym uniform.
The shorts ended at mid thigh. No, not dress code mid thigh, mid thigh like a whole hand above where your knee starts, plus a half an inch. The top was a t-shirt that was a bit loose. It wasn't the worst. We were actually comfortable.

We raced back into the main part of the gym, making it quickly through the workout, Butch and I glaring at each other the whole time.

"Today, we will be playing," he paused, then quickly whipped out a palm sized, foam ball. "Dodge ball."
The class erupted into noise.
I whooped, punching the air. A devious smile stretched across my face.
I eyed Butch and he eyed me right back.

"Dodge good." That's what he mouthed.
Oh he was gonna get it.

Coach split us up into two teams. Jerseys and shirts. I was shirts and Butch was Jerseys.
We stood against the wall on separate sides of the gym. Balls were lined up on the floor, right In the middle.
We waited with great anticipation for the whistle to be blown.
'C'mon hoe!" I thought. "Blow the dagum whistle."
Not but a second later, coach blew it.
I ran as fast as I could towards a yellow ball smack in the middle of the line up. I got my hands on it and jogged backwards a bit, Butch in my line of sight.

We eyed each other, ignoring the other students.
I was the first to throw, but the bastard ducked before it could make contact with his shoulder.
Before he hit me, I grabbed another ball and threw, aiming for the family jewels. If I could just...

Before I knew it, a ball was hurling towards me. I stuck out my head and caught it. Before coach could say that Butch was out, I was throwing it back at him.

Now, how a foam ball could break the brick wall of the gym, I have no clue. But it did.
Damn, I threw it too hard. Butch was a wheezing mess on the side lines and I blushed in anger and embarrassment.

"Come on Buttercup!" Coach wasn't mad because he'd dealt with many of mine and my sisters mishaps. "Be careful. C-a-r-e-f-u-l." Everyone laughed.

"I'll try."

I did. And it was a long first period.