A/N: I don't really know where this came from or if it will go anywhere. But I was upset about my PE class experience, and writing this released my anger.
Anymore it's like a law in society to be good in sports. At least that's how Cody Martin felt. It didn't take but three words for the blood in his veins to freeze cold in rage. For the tears to unleash themselves. He hated them all. Every single one of them.
Since when was it declared illegal to have other interests besides basketball and football? To be good in academics instead of athletics? It made him sick how they acted. It was just gym, was it not? And they still were unbelievably, dangerously competitive.
It began with Ultimate Frisbee. Cody actually liked the game once he understood it. It was his teammates he hated. The lack of sportsmanship.
His class played for a week with the same team. But nobody in the entire class liked Cody. They knew he wasn't athletic and they neglected him because of it. He might as well have sat out all seven days—not once was he thrown the Frisbee. Not once did someone block him. He always stood open. He never held the Frisbee. The PE coach never noticed.
He almost lost it on the last day of Ultimate. Almost began a fight. He wanted to punch every one of them. Max and Drew especially.
Zack wasn't on his team. Yet he wondered if he'd have gotten to play even if he was. Deep down, within himself, he knew good and well the true answer. He and Zack just weren't close anymore. Zack stayed after for Basketball practice. Cody stayed after for academic team. Two absolutely different worlds. The line between respect and disrespect.