My Roommate

Chapter 11

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Evan's POV—

"I hate having subs in PE..." I complain as I pass the basketball over to Tiffany.

I've been looking forward to this class all day because I was getting really annoyed by the end of my last class with just sitting around. I can't just sit still all day like that. I need to move around, which is what I was hoping to do in this class.

Run around outside, get some fresh air.

But apparently, it's too 'cold' to go outside today.

And then on top of that, we have a sub today for PE because coach decided to not show up for some reason today. So instead of throwing around a football because we were originally going to do that today, we're basically having recess.

There's no structure whatsoever and half of us are just sitting on the bleachers, playing around on their phones that they smuggled in.

"Stop complaining. It beats sitting around in another boring class." Tiff tells me as she throws the basketball towards the basket. "Though I do have to say, I'm getting really bored with this." she mumbles under her breath. I can only agree with her as I chase the ball after it bounces off the backboard and misses the net.

"And look at them..." I start as I gesture in the direction towards the bleachers. Something about that just really bothers me. Why just sit around and look at your phone, which you can do pretty much all the time, when you could move around and stretch, run a bit, or fool around like the stupid guys on the other side of the gym are doing.

We literally have free time and the best they can do is just look down at their phones.

I'm sorry, but that just bugs me.

"...they're not doing anything." I complain as I push my hair back so it can stay out of my face. "I don't even know how they snuck their phones in here." I say as I really do try to figure out where they could have stuck their phones. The gym shorts and sweatpants don't have pockets.

"Some of them are wearing jackets." Tiff tells me, rolling her eyes a bit.

Ok so I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed.

Big whoop.

"Whatever. We have at least 15 more minutes of this nonsense and then we can leave." Tiff says as she grabs the basketball from my hands and bounces it against the floor a couple times before she spins around and tries to make a basket while facing away from it.

She misses.

It bounces over to the bleachers, just barely missing a random girl sitting there with her face glued to her phone. "Hey! Watch it!" she yells.

"Sorry!" I yell back as I run on over and grab the basketball from the bleachers. I almost trip over my untied shoelaces as I walk back over to Tiffany. She just laughs at me.

I wonder if she'd still laugh if I really did trip and fall on my face.

Oh who am I kidding, of course she would laugh at that.

"So, tell me...what are you up to after school?" she asks me as I mindless dribble the ball in front of me. Just thinking about what I'm going to do after school makes me cringe and just really hope, like really hope, that she forgot all about it.

But that's highly unlikely.

Ashley and I start our studying sessions today after school. I've been dreading it all weekend long and all day today and yesterday.

"I have to study." I mumble as I look over my shoulder to look at the slowly ticking clock.

10 more minutes.