He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 12: Marshy Territory

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I rearranged my hair and looked up, a moment later and he was back to hassling his friends. I watched him silently. The kiss was on my mind. I wasn't sure what I thought about it exactly, I only knew that it was still there, just something I was thinking about and I couldn't quite get myself to quit.

Maybe my mind was dealing with it like a near death experience? Not the kind that nearly killed you on the spot but the kind that would definitely get you killed given a little time. I was just absorbing what I had done, slowly.

I looked at Jacob, he was practising the "partner stretch" on his own, or trying his best at it, and was doing his darn best to ignore my presence in this world.

What would he think, I wondered. What would the almighty prefect Jacob think if he had seen me do that to Atlas? I just couldn't imagine his reaction for the life of me. Maybe I didn't know enough about the boy.

I shivered, it was really warm out, that wasn't it, just... I swear I could feel eyes on me, watching, but when I looked around both Atlas and Jacob were looking elsewhere.

I sighed and lay back on the hard ground, feeling the uneven asphalt scratch my back, and looked up at the sky.

Nice wide blue space with little tufts of cotton floating in the sky. I felt like I was looking at it from inside a marble when I lay on the floor looking up like this. Like all of a sudden I understood what from the eagles eye might mean.

The moment didn't last long however before Marsh ordered us all in a line.

Then he began slowly running us ragged, or possibly just me.

We did some kind of course running around the gym that went inside and outside and was a mixture of running, jogging, crawling and jumping. There was a line of cones and you were supposed to hop with one leg went the cone was on the other side and then hop on the other leg when the cone was on the other other side I didn't know I was breathless and hopping wasn't on my agenda.

Jacob gave me a shove when I started to slow down, shoved my shoulder when I stopped moving and yelled at me to continue. I argued, of course, but he just didn't shut up.

Marsh yelled at me for possibly the hundredth time as I knocked those stupid minion yellow cones over as I half jogged, half limped across that part of the course as we repeated the whole child abuse track over again. Then it was back to the running part, catching the tiny bean filled bags and throwing them into the repurposed bin when we reached the end.

By this point I was dying on my knees, I had no idea I was this out of shape it was pretty pathetic I had to admit. Every time I slacked Jacob yelled at me until I eventually continued and I won't lie, it was wearing me down, it made me dread not doing the damn thing just because I'd never been forced to bicker so much with a guy in my life.

People would turn to look at us, Jacob was seemingly impervious to such looks but I couldn't help but feel humiliated by it. They probably thought I was being a big whiny bitch. I didn't want to argue, he just wouldn't stop bugging me the entire time. Do this, do that, how about you fuck off to Narnia you annoying prissy ice queen.

He was really pissing me off. I hated the idea that the more I gave in and did what I was supposed to he would take credit for that and feel good about it.