Fine Line

chapter seven

Riddles

"I hate this class," Kat complained as we walked into the sports hall from the changing rooms.

Gym. PE. Whatever the subject wanted to be called, Kat did not like it at all, not in the slightest. She complained every time we had it, and I couldn't argue with her. This was one of the worst subjects we were forced to do, but I still rejected Kat's suggestions of skipping.

"I know. You complain every lesson," I replied, staring in front of me at the set up of equipment that was supposed to tell me what we were to be doing. There was something about everyone watching that made it even less appealing than just knowing it was an hour of being sporty.

"You'd think they wouldn't make it a required subject with all the people who don't want to do it."

"The matter sure baffles me."

"I don't feel like you are as into this conversation like me, maybe we should change the subject. Something you're more passionate about, like, I don't know, Rose letting Jack die," Kat rambled.

I turned sharply to face my best friend. "Do not even get me started on that."

"See," Kat smiled. "That's the enthusiasm I was looking for. Was that so much to ask?"

"I'm pretty sure the gods are still deciding which wish to grant you from the many you've handed in. That's why nothing is working out for you."

"Ha-ha."

I ignored Kat's sarcastic retort and looked around the room as though I hadn't heard her. There seemed to be more people than usual in here, many of whom weren't even in sports kits. And the hall didn't seem to be set up in a distinguishing manner.

"Maybe," Kat began to suggest, not caring that I had ignored her last comment, "if we stay out of the way, they will forget that there is a class going on and we won't have to do anything."

"You do know someone is bound to mention the class still hasn't started, don't you?"

"I'm hoping that won't happen," she sighed. "You think I could manifest it? Everyone is too lazy to do any of the work and no one reminds him that he is meant to be teaching a class."

My head tilted slightly to the side as I looked at my friend through squinted eyes. "You are strangely optimistic," was the only comment I made.

"You are just so bored with life that you can't find anything to look forward to," Kat retorted.

"I have things I look forward to." Though I couldn't actually think of an example off the top of my head.

Kat was right; I was bored with life. There was no longer any light to find, no fun to search for. The only good thing that could happen now was my mum would come home early.

My friend looked at me as though to challenge me, her eyebrows raised. A small grin appeared on her face when I didn't answer her silent question, also knowing that she was right.

"Hey, can I speak to you?" Wendy asked politely as she approached where Kat and I stood, interrupting what was about to be a very deep conversation for gym class.

I nodded my head and followed her away from my friend who was watching us, just as confused as I was about this. Her eyebrows were scrunched as she carefully walked away, eyes on us.

"You deceiving little bitch," Wendy hissed when Kat was out of earshot.

My eyes went wide, taken aback by what she said.

"Excuse me?"

"I was clearly interested in him; you knew it, and yet you went after him anyway."

"Jaden?"