my weakness {gxg}

chapter four

I have PE third period and thank god it's my last year. As I'm walking down the hall, a hand clamps onto my shoulder and I spin around, ready to yell but then I realize that it's only Sasha.

"What's up B?" She asks, as people move aside so we can effortlessly walk down the hallway. Having popular friends definitely has its perks.

"So I just had art class and you're not going to guess who's in it with me.

"Mila Stevens."

I smack her bicep. "How'd you know?"

She smirks. "I have my resources." She says loftily, and grins when I start poking her.

"I hate you."

She's still smirking at me as we part ways, as she has math and I have PE.

There's a crowd of people in the gym when I walk in. I head over, curious. I peek over someone's shoulder and see something much worse than what I expected. It's Paisley and Jayden, fighting. I groan and push my way to the front, ignoring people's cries of disapproval. Paisley and Jayden are circling each other, both equal amounts bruised and bloody.

I step in front of Jayden and glare at Paisley. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Lewis?"

Her eyes widen with disbelief. "Why are you looking at me? This dumbass started it." She points at Jayden.

I turn around and glare at Jayden who's practically snarling now.

"What the fuck do you mean Lewis. You started this by running your fucking mouth you bitch!" She's yelling now.

Paisley smirks. "You're just jealous that my mouth has touched your little crush."

The crowd starts hooting while Jayden tries to lunge at Paisley, who's crossing her arms with a confident smirk on her face, but I hold her back.

"Calm down J! It's not worth it, okay?" Jayden's still glaring at Paisley. "Look at me okay? Take a breath. You gotta calm down."

Jayden's breath is evening out when I turn back around to Paisley.

"I swear to fucking god if you lay your hands on anyone I care about again, I will kick your ass. Got it?"

She nods and I grad on to Jayden's arm and angrily push my way past her and out of the crowd. I drag Jayden to the corner of the gym before turning on her.

"What the fuck J? You have a lot of explaining to do."

I cross my arms and wait. She looks down at her feet, not wanting to meet my eyes.

"I can't."

"Can't what?"

"I can't explain, okay? She was talking shit about you and I just couldn't take it anymore." Jayden looks back at Paisley angrily. "I'm sorry, but I don't regret it."

I sigh. "You better bring me ice cream tomorrow if you don't want me to still be mad at you."

She grins. "Yes, my lady." She tries to bow, but winces in pain while bending.

I frown and lift up the front of her shirt, wincing when I see the array of multicolored bruises.

"Wow, this must really hurt." I poke it, and she smacks my hand away, grimacing in pain.

She manages a smile. "You should see the other guy."

I walk out of PE an hour later, much more tired than I was before. Between dealing with Jayden and The Devil, and the grueling hour of dodgeball, which mostly consisted of Jayden and Paisley whipping the ball at each other, I could definitely use a nap. I open my bag, and see that I have History next. I groan. I hate history. It's not like I'm bad at it, but like who wants to learn about dead old white guys for an hour? Definitely not me.

I walk through the door and head towards the back, when the teacher, Mr. Ramirez, waves me over. He motions to a chair in the front row and I take it, slipping my bag off.

"Hello Ms. Heighten. I've heard great things about you. I was wondering if I could ask you a favor?"