Survival [completed]

Physical Education

This was my first phys Ed class since I was back in school. I was a little excited for it. I couldn't wait to get out in the sun and run and play some games. Usually we split into guys and girls but today, it seemed like they were mixing us up. I looked around the field and to the bleachers. There were a few student sitting on the bench. I spotted Tristan on the bleachers. I waved at him and he waved back me. 

After his public announcement on Tuesday, I had given him the cold treatment till we got home. After that he begged me to fogive him and how was I to resist those cute eyes and adorable face. After all he was doing it to help us. It was effective though, people stopped approaching us about it. They all just went back to staring. I was getting used to it by now. Also something had changed in the past two days, I was starting to learn why it was important for Tristan and Jasper to act so differently here. Even I had to act differently here, I had started smile at people and even talk more. It was really not something I was comfortabel with but one just had to do it here. People didn't let you jut fade into the background. Everyone was part of something. I hadn't spotted a single loner or emo kid. It was so weird. Everyone was part of a club or group. There was a certain way these people acted and it was really odd. There was the politics of who was popular and which group hated the other and all that. It seemed more amplifed with the football team and cheerleaders though. There seemed to be a lot of hate for the football team as there was likes for them. The cheerleaders were really mean to the group of beautiful girls I had seem at the lockers on the first day of school. Everyone was looking at the footballers expecting something to happen. Being with Tristan meant I too was under close scrutinty. With the game in a day's time more people were paying attention to the team. Tristan has been training hard and he stayed till quite late in school. 

I mulled over all this as I ran around the track. I was considerably faster than most of the girls and with some of the guys. After the run the teacher split us up into two teams and they made us play mixed soccer. I looked at my team and realised that as much as there were some strong players- mainly the guys- there were euqally weak players- the girls- They were the type that didn't like running or this class on the whole cause it made them sweat. I recognised some of the guys as those who smiled at Tristan in the hallways or spoke to him on the lunch line or before classes. Danny was also in my team, he was Tristan's friend, we sat together at lunch and he came to join me. I smiled at him. 

"Hey!" He says awkwardly. 

"Hey." I say back.

"You like soccer?" He asks me

"Well, I liek the running acpect of it but then I can never get the ball from someone else unless they pass it to me." I say laughing. That was what I had noticed the girls do. When you weren't sure of what to d you laughed it off. Oh and flicked your hair to the side, I had mine in a pony tail so I couldn't flick my hair. I usually did that, I watched and observed how the usual girls acted and copied them. The girls here were more open with guys here than at the other schools I've been to. Similiarly the guys here was also very touchy with the girls and it wasn't liek they were togethe or anything. They were just casual friends. 

"Well, how about we pass the ball to each other and then we see how it goes from there?" Danny suggested and rested his hand on my shoulder. I stiffened at first but I looked around and that was what some of the guys were doing to the other girls so I relaxed. 

The teacher blew the whistle and I heard a few shrieks and then the boys ran for the ball, Danny patted my mid section and ran off. I followed him and whenever he got the ball he passed it to me. The other guys in our team caught on and we soon got a flow going. We were actually good. The girls tried to kick the ball and some managed to do it successfully. However, the guys from both teams played dirty, whenever a girl got near the ball they'd carry her up and spin her around so she'd be away from the ball and they'd take it. Whenever one did that, said girl would giggle madly. Teh teacher didn't say anything about it. Well, she wasn't really concerened about the game either. There was alot of contact with the boys and the girls too. I haven't been carried yet and I prayed I wouldn't be. I was dribbling the ball to the net and kciked it into the net and scored for our team. That was my first goal and I turned around smiling. A guy from my team cheered and lifted me up to celebrate, I was nervous and laughed as he spun my around. Finally he put me down and the game continued. When it was over I had managed to score a few more goals and the gusy were impressed by me. I smiled at them as they all cheered for me and told me how impressed they were. Then some from behind picked me up and threw me in the air like I was some rag doll. As I flew up my heart pounded in my chest and I wanted to scream but everyone below was laughing and cheering and I didn't know of this was even normal. So I decided to go with the default action: Smile and giggle. 

Fortunately the guy who threw me up was abel to catch me too. So I didn't die or get a back injury. Though I think that wouldn't would have been better than what happened next. 

The guy set me down and they were goofing off and patting him on the back for doing what he did, I was looking at him too laughing when a fist flew past my face and straight to his. I stopped laughing immediately and looked to who threw the punch. I knew it before I saw it: Tristan. 

"Get you hands of my girlfriend, I've had enough of you feeling her up the whole game." Tristan hissed at the guy who was bent over with hands over his nose. All the guys and some of the girls crowded around us waiting to see what happened next. The guy was too slow to respond so Tristan took my hand and pulled me with him away from the field and to the bleachers. 

"Tristan!" I yell at him as he pulls me with him. I try to free my hand and fail, I need to get stronger. "Tristan why the hell did you punch him?" I asked exasperated. He had no right doing that. That was completely uncalled for. 

Tristan stops abruptly behind the bleachers and turns to me "Why I punched him? You want to ask me why I punched him?" Tristan growls his eyes full of pure anger. It was scary but I knew I couldn't alwasy be scared of them. i had to be able to stand up to him. 

"Yeah, he didn't do anything wrong. All the guys do it. You were there, you saw the whole game!" I yell back at him. 

"I don't care about those girls, I care about you, you're my girlfriend and no scumbag loser gets to touch you and feel you up. I don't like that!" Tristan growls at me, I realise he's jealous. What the hell was he supposed ot be jealous about? He was the hot one between the two of us! He was the one who had all the girls in the school eating out of his damn hands!

"You do not get to be angry over this." I shout at him. "You have every girl in this school drooling over you. Every girl wants you and they don't care that you're with me or not they just happily throw themselves at you. You also just talk to them. Am I supposed ot get jealous cause of that?" I ask him raising my voice. 

"While we're on that topic, what about the whole fucking cheerleading squad huh? You screwed every one of them. And I have to sit around and watch them talk about how good you are and how sexy you are and how their sex with you was so hot and all that bullshit. I don't say anything. Cause I know you aren't gonna do that kind of thing now. I trust you Tristan!" I yell at him the last part. 

Tristan has his hands in fists as he watches me. He is still royally pissed and so am I. I was also hurt cause I thought that he was better than that, I thought we were better than that. I thought we could trust ourselves to have the opposite gender as friends and still be together. Yet, Tristan clearly didn't trust me. And that knowledge stung hard. I felt tears prick my eyes and I knew I had to get away from him so I push past him and run to my locker where all my things were. I grab them and run home. 

That would possibly might have been our first fight together as a couple. Somehow it hurt more now.