It was really frustrating how things never go my way and right now it was just the same like every other time. As I got back inside the gym, I was welcomed by a wave of stares, each of them seemed to be judging or saying something unspoken which was unpleasant. It made me almost cringe how all eyes seemed to pierce through me as they stared at me hauntingly.
"Blaine, over here" a loud whisper came from one end and I turned to see it was Ryder. Managing my way over the line of students, I joined him and fell in line, positioning myself behind him.
"Alright' everybody here?" The blonde guy called as he tapped the clipboard he was holding with a pen repeatedly. No one really answered and I couldn't believe this guy's unprofessionalism. Clearly he had no structure to follow and I wouldn't be surprised if half the class didn't take him seriously; I sure didn't.
"Okay… so… uhh…" he started to say before he leaned in closer to one of my classmates in front and I heard him ask 'what does coach Cooperman usually do first?' making me roll my eyes.
"Why couldn't they have gotten a professional, like seriously this guy is a joke." I mumbled softly but loud enough for Ryder to hear.
"Hey come on give him a break." He replied.
"Okay! Let's start with attendance." Sam said and he soon started calling out the list on the clipboard he was holding. Name after name, he took each one down checking as each student said present for his or her name.
"Blaine Devon Ande- … oh" he paused, not finishing my last name as he scouted amongst the class before his eyes finally met mine. That moment we locked gazes with one another, his blue-ish green eyes seemed to have twinkled or something. His lips slowly formed one of those cheeky grins he just gave me in the hallway earlier and I'm sure it was only a brief second but it seemed longer than that before he continued on calling the rest of class.
"Alright that's every one. Now go get started on your warm ups" he ordered once attendance as done.
"Can you believe this guy?" I whispered to Ryder whilst we were stretching.
"What's wrong?" he frowned.
"I mean come on, he just graduated…" barely I bet. "and I'm pretty sure he has no clue on what he's doing" I added.
"Hey don't be like that. I think he's kinda cool…" he defended him.
"what makes you thi-" I was about to ask before I felt a force collide with my back making me almost stumble if I didn't catch my footing at the last second.
"Don't block my way faggot!" some guy from my class, who I barely know, hissed at me and I was guessing he was the reason I almost fell.
"Hey leave him alone!" Ryder instantly positioned himself protectively in front of me.
"Ooh if it isn't mcfaggot's side kick Mr. Justin square face Bieber. What you gonna do, stuff me in your ginarmous jaw?" the guy mocked and I could see Ryder's clenched fists tense up, readying to throw a punch. "Ryder don't" I pleaded putting my hand on his shoulder.
"What's going on here?" Mr. Sub Coach interjected, walking up to our little fiasco.
"These two jerks are bothering me while I quietly do my warm ups." the guy said making Ryder yell incredulously. "What the hell are you talking about?! This guy just pushed my friend over here for no damn reason!"
"You calling me a liar?" the guy argued.
"Enough! Both of you go run 5 laps around the gym" Sam said to Ryder and the other guy. "you" he looked at me. "10 laps"
"What?!" I exclaimed.
"You heard me. 10 laps Anderson"
"Bu- that's not fair!"
"You know what's not fair? You planning to ditch this class then creating a scene that disrupts your other classmates' gym time. Now go!" he blew into the whistle that hung around his neck and I had no choice but to follow his orders, no matter how unjust they were. I started to run at an easy pace behind Ryder and the other guy.
This Sam guy was really getting on my nerves and I hardly even know him. I mean it hasn't been a day yet and I already felt negative about him. Maybe I was being unfair to him, just because he was handling my least favorite class and yea maybe Ryder was right, maybe I did needed to give him a chance.
Watching him talk to the rest of the class while I ran around the gym, I gotta admit Marley was right. He was easy on the eyes and I would understand why other girls found him cute or hot. But honestly in my opinion, I've seen better looking.
Around my sixth lap, when the other two had finished already, my legs were starting to get a little sore. I wasn't really fond of running around and as I continued with my laps, exhaustion was slowly creeping on me making me go slower than my already sluggish pace. By the ninth lap, I resorted to just walking since my stamina didn't enable me to do more than that. Taking heavy and deep breaths, I exerted the last ounce of energy I could before crashing on my bum as I finished 10 freaking laps around our not so small gym.
"Alright, now that that's over, it's time to play some dodge ball." Sam announced as enthusiastic as ever. Panting heavily as I sat on the floor, I tried really hard to listen to what he was saying but I could barely grasp anything since I was still exhausted, catching my breath.
"Now split up into your teams." Sam called clapping his hands repeatedly as the class dispensed into two groups, creating some distance in between. Getting up on my feet, I just weakly waddled my way over to where Ryder was going whose team was on the right side of the gym.
"Whoa whoa buddy… your team is over there." Sam directed at me, pointing over to the other side of the class. I eyed Ryder who had mouthed 'sorry' while frowning before I slowly walked to my designated team.
"Now the rules are simple." Sam began explaining. "If you get hit, you're out and have to sit down. The team who takes out all the members of the other team wins, okay?"
I had a feeling… no, scratch that, I knew I would be one of the first ones out since I could barely run, how much more dodge getting hit by several rubber balls aimed at you. Both teams got their own basket of balls and everyone, except me grabbed one each awaiting the initiating signal.
"Everyone ready?" Sam asked shifting his eyes from the two opposing teams and when he saw that we or at least the other people were, He blew into his whistle and it wasn't long before balls were flying here and there.
Watching the chaos that was this dodge ball war, people got hit here and there like it was a warzone. I was too stunned to move so I wasn't throwing anything at anyone and it was a surprise why no one was literally trying to hit me. One by one, the numbers on each team depleted, even Ryder unfortunately soon got hit and was deemed out.
After some time, there were only three people left on my team while two on the other, one of which was the guy who pushed me earlier and once he saw me, an evil smile formed on his face. Immediately, he started grabbing ball after ball flinging them at me as fast as he could. I managed to dodge every single ammunition he threw at me and I didn't notice it but both my teammates got hit by the other guy who wasn't hitting me. So now it was two against one and I honestly believed I had no chance at this.
"GO BLAINE! YOU CAN DO THIS MAN! GO HIT EM'!" Ryder cheered at me from the side where the 'out' people were sitting. I tried and picked up a ball and flung it to the other side and surprisingly it brushed off the other guy's, not the jerk, shoulder just barely but still it hit him. It was down to me and the jerk.
"Crush that wimp Chris!"
"Yeah, you can handle that faggot!"
People cheered for the other guy who I was guessing was named Chris. He brushed the black strand of hair from his face before grabbing one more ball from the basket. I anticipated his next move but he just held the ball in a way like how you do a bowling ball before throwing it down an alley. He studied me for a second holding his sadistic smile before kissing the ball in hand.
"Games Over Anderson." He muttered before throwing the ball aimed lower than usual, like he just basically played bowling and I was a pin. It was too fast for me to dodge out of so I tried to jump but it hit me badly on the leg as I did, making me land horribly as my ankle twisted as I fell. The loud sound of the whistle was what I heard next as I lay there on the floor holding my leg closer to me.
"Alright, Chris' team wins." Sam announced and coincidentally the bell rang soon after. "Well will you look at that… class dismissed guys" he said like nobody's business. How unprofessional seriously? Everyone just went out the class but Ryder obviously came to my aid, walking over to me with a worried expression.
"You okay man?" he asked.
"Yea just go ahead, I'll catch up." I said with a weak smile. I lied to Ryder since I didn't wanna inconvenience him. He looked at me once before nodding and heading off on his way. I'm pretty sure the burning pain in my foot was caused by a bad landing and I winced as I tried to straighten my right foot. "Oww.. oww…" I whimpered.
After a while, I crawled over to the wall so I could get some support and carefully I tried to stand myself on my left foot first before cringing in pain as my right leg straightened. "Ahhh" I cried out in pain and I though everyone had left but apparently I was wrong.
"Whoa… you okay there?" Sam made his way over to me, his face a little worried. I glared at him as hard as I could cause if I just ditched gym like I intended this wouldn't have had happened to me.
"Do I look like I'm okay?" I asked injecting my words with venom clearly showing that I didn't wanna be around him. I slowly limped to the exit but he caught up with me, putting my arm around his shoulder.
"Here let me help." He said but I was so full of it right now. I managed to wiggle out of his hold and push him away keeping my glare at him.
"I don't need your help!" I hissed.
"You can't even walk straight." He argued, still calmly which annoyed me more.
"I don't care! Leave me alone!" I yelled at him and clearly he was surprised since his eyes widened as the volume of my voice increased.
"What is your problem?" he asked me and that just put me in the perfect position to tell him off.
"You." I said coldly before limping away with so much hate for this Sam Evans person.