Vergrin High (on hold!)

VII

"I don't understand why we have to do gym Harper! We go to a school for sports, yet they make us do actual gym! What type of school is this?" I complained while we walked to gym class

She shrugged, "I can agree with you. Everyone here has obvious muscles, for fucks sake I have muscle and I'm a twig!"

I bumped her shoulder playfully with mine. "Well your a fabulous twig."

She grinned "I know."

We walked into the class talking about how much we hated our English teacher Mrs Myers. A cranky old woman who only talks about her cat Luna, after five minutes it got very annoying.

Harper brought her mouth to me ear, "your favorite arrogant jerk is here." She whispered holding back her smile as he pulled away.

I looked around and sure enough, he was sadly in my gym.

I groaned and out my head on her shoulder. "Fuck me with a chainsaw."

She removed my head from her shoulder, "did you just quote Heathers?"

I smiled "maybe."

"Alright everyone listen up! I want everyone to line up by birthdays! I will then spilt you guys into teams from there! I want this done in five minutes! Go!" The gym teacher yelled.

I went to the The front of the line. Being born the day before valentines days is always interesting conversation to have.

I went up to the small group of people in the front. "Hey are you guys February?"

A red head raised her hand. "Yeah I'm the twenty second."

"I'm the thirteenth."

"Alright so stand right here." She grabbed my shoulders and brought me to a spot. "Okay now Seth. Guys did you see Seth? Oh no?" She stood there with her brows furrowed suddenly she yelled. "Seth! Gets your ass here!"

Soon a scrawny boy showed up, "what is it April?" He asked nervously.

She glanced at him, "your before uh?"

"Oh Emma."

She gave me a quick smile. "Your before Emma."

He nodded and got in front of me, I glanced at the girl. "So are we the only February's?"

She nodded. "In the class I guess so, I'm April by the way."

"Emma Stone."

Her eyes lit up . "Your who John was talking about! Me and him are in the same home room! You should sit with us at lunch!" She exclaimed giving out her Romanian accent.

"Well I promised Harper I'll sit with her."

She smiled. "That's great because Harper also sits with us! So does Grace, Luka, Ryan, and Jack!" She exclaimed happily.

"I have no idea who most of these people are! But that sounds great!"

"Alright everyone! I'm going to count you off! When you get your number I want you to find your group! From there get a volleyball and pass in a circle!" The teacher suddenly yelled cutting off all the talking students.

I sighed, knowing I won't be in a group with April.

The teacher started from the back of the line in December, and made his way to the front. Counting by fours. He landed on April and she was two and that made me three.

He went on to the kid named Seth, and I went on to find the group of three. I found my group. It consisted of three boys, and four girls- five including myself. I joined them and stood next to a boy with curly black hair and a girl with green eyes.

The green eyed girl looked at all of us. "So is anyone here a volleyball player? Because I'm not, I do tennis."

I shook my head "fencing."

She sighed. "Well this is probably going to be a disaster."

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It was a disaster.

I walked out of gym class with Harper and April, heading to the cafeteria. I had my pinky in some sports tape, apparently I jammed it when trying to set the ball.  I have gathered that I suck at volleyball.

"I hate volleyball, I would rather watch it than play ever again."

April frowned, "aww but I wanted you to be my practice buddy."

I glanced at her. "April, I have no idea how you play volleyball but my respect goes to you."

She smiled, "that's what I thought."

We kept talking about how much we hated or liked a groups until we got to the cafeteria. We went in the line and my eyes widened at the food.

"You okay Emma? You look like you've seen a ghost." Harper said placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Why did Hollywood lie? I thought the food was supposed the look bad. Not look like a five star chef cooked it."

She shrugged and went in front of me, "darling that's because a five star chef did make this." She said her British accent becoming very strong all of the sudden.