Fear Me P.JM

Chapter Fifty: 7 days left

Day 10

"RUN!" Python yells at me. "RUN!"

I'm sweating buckets, sprinting on a treadmill the wrestling team somehow snuck into their club room.

"How-" I say in between breaths. "How-is this-supposed-to help?"

"FOCUS!" Python yells.

She moves to stand in front of me.

"READY?" Python growls.

For what?

And suddenly, she whips out a picture of Jimin.

"WHAT?" I say suddenly stopping.

Bad idea. The treadmill continues on running, my feet slip beneath me and I fly into the back wall.

Okay. Going to be honest now...

THAT HURT LIKE A MOTHER.

As I get up, I hear a small number of golf claps. Python's crew is seated against the opposite wall, each with some type of board in hand. One by one, the four of the five she-men flip over their boards.

0 1 0 -2

The fifth girl flips a longer board over.

= SPECTACULAR FAILURE

"STOP IT!" I yell.

"GET BACK ON THE TREADMILL!" Python demands.

I jump back on and begin running again.

"READY!" Python says.

"FINE!"

Python leans to the side for a second so I can see her face.

"You better do well. That last remark probably took away more points. You know. Bad sportsmanship."

You're kidding, right?

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Day 9

"You don't look well," Abna says to me during our 15-minute break in the morning. "And you kind of smell funny."

I sigh.

Well, when you've slammed against a wall fifteen times...Then, yeah, you won't look 'well'.

And the funny smell is the six the Bengay patches I have stuck to my back and butt.

"I'll tell you later. I'm getting some water."

"Get me one too!" Abna says.

At the vending machines, a she-man who can only be Python is standing there.

"Python," I say.

She doesn't turn around.

"Hey, Python!" I say louder.

Suddenly, she removes her backpack, and taped to her back is Jimin's face staring back at me.

"WOAH!" I yell out as I take in his perfect face and bone structure. But I straighten up and manage to calm down.

"Good try," I say with a laugh.

Python turns around and taped to her face is a picture of a beautiful man, Jimin's cousin, how did she mange to get his picture!?

"AHHHHHH!" I yell out, backing away.

Python then removes her jacket and taped to her stomach is an even more beautiful man-this one smiling.

"AHHHHH!"

And without thinking, I punch the face of the man. Unfortunately, that meant I also just punched Python in the stomach.

"Oof!"

Python rips off the pictures on her face and stomach. She grabs me by my collar, fuming.

"NIKITO..." she growls.

Suddenly, there are golf claps again coming from down the hall. Python's crew walks up and four of them flip their boards.

1 1 1 0

The fifth one flips her board.

= MOST MEMORABLE FAILURE

They drop their boards and walk away.

"Hey, you guys!" I say reaching out. "Wait!"

I turn back to Python who only grins and picks up the picture of the smiling beautiful man.

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My lab partner and I head over to our lab table located next to a window that looks into the hallway. I mindlessly flip to page 143 when my heart stops. Jimin's face with a gleaming grin stares at me. My heart stops.

"Woah, Kito, why do you have Jimin's picture?"

"Trash can..." I say unable to turn my head. "TRASH CAN."

My lab partner reaches over the side and pulls a can next to me. I pull my head into the can and vomit.

"My god, are you okay!" my lab partner says. "You really should see a nurse!"

No, what I really need is to see a highly-trained psychiatrist...

"I'm okay..." I say flipping the page.

My heart drops. A beautiful man with short dark hair and bright hazel eyes is grinning mischievously at me...

I bite my lip to keep from screaming.

I flip a page.

Another one. This time winking.

I flip several pages.

Another one. This one is puckering his lips.

My eyes bulge, but I clamp my mouth shut.

I keep flipping, but every page is FILLED.

Finally, I flip to one and I think my brain just imploded on itself.

This beautiful man is COOKING.

"AHHHHHHHH! WHY IS IT ON EVERY FREAKING PAGE!"

I shut the book, and throw it over my head to get rid of it. The sound of glass shattering fills in the room.

"NIKITO TRAVIS," I hear Mr. Gibs shout. "GO TO THE OFFICE! THIS INSTANT!"

I drop my head and walk out of the room, careful not to step onto any glass in the hallway. As I pass by another classroom, boards suddenly appear against the windows.

2 2 2 1

= HAHAHAHAHAHA!

On the way back from the office after being assigned two weeks of detention, another board is against the window now.

Don't forget to pick up your physics book.