Practical Examinations
By Avixi Lynn
Chapter 6
While the last of the summer weather still hung about, Mr. Krendler decided it would be a great idea to take his all boy's gym class outdoors for a game of football.
As suspected, Jack and Tobias were already on each other's team. Jack was a burly built boy, and he had the strength of at least three other boys. Tobias could run like the wind, so any opposing side was pretty much a goner if playing against those two.
Naturally, Will was a member of the opposing team. Franklyn was goalie today, and he stared at everyone meekly through the heavy goalie mask, jittering about the field back and forth. One other student Will wasn't really on friendly terms with, but got along with well enough, Matthew Brown, an eleventh grade student who was rather tall, built with decent amounts of muscle, and short dark brown hair with scary blue green eyes. Matthew was on Will's team and often passed the ball to him. The kid had good aim, but he often threw too hard and too far for Will to catch.
Football was Will's least favourite sport. He had a feeling deep down in his gut, that today, something would go terribly wrong...
"HUDDLE! COME ON!" Mr. Krendler blew his whistle, and Matthew and Jack and the rest of their team all got down on their hind legs and faced each other.
As fast as lightning, Jack threw the ball under and behind his own strong muscled legs, and Tobias caught it, looking around the green field for a team member to throw it to as the rest of the boys all smashed into each other, dog-piling upon each other for the ball.
Tobias passed the ball to another teammate quickly, as Will headed straight for him. Will gave up hope on trailing the ball, and instead turned to face two other teammates. Brian Zeller and Jimmy Price, who were two druggie students, lazed about the field, their carefree attitude almost contagious.
Zeller and Price were hardly ever seen apart. They hung around afterschool, mostly getting high or talking about getting high majority of the time. They hardly went to their scheduled classes, and at this point in time were likely getting high. Will was surprised as to why they had not been expelled by now. Perhaps the staff had a sick, twisted sense of amusement and relished in observing the drug addicted theatrics the boys displayed now and then.
Will smelled the brutish smoke of marijuana hitting his nostrils, and he walked away as Mr. Krendler stood at the sidelines, busy texting on his phone.
Will walked until he spotted Zeller and Price huddled together under the bleachers of the football field. They were lighting up a white blunt, Zeller shoving Price away as he fought to inhale first. Jimmy Price was the "leader" in their awkward partnership as Jack was leader in regards to his relationship with Tobias. Jimmy Price was a year and half older than Brian Zeller, and he often pushed and mocked the younger boy for his own amusement. However, Zeller did not seem to mind it though.
He certainly was minding now getting a shared turn at this moment.
Zeller frowned and ran a hand through his dark hair as he greedily watched Price inhale.
"Ok, my turn, bitch!" He hissed, hand outstretched almost desperately for the joint.
"One minute! Christ!"
"Krendler's gonna see if you don't hurry!" Zeller cried, grasping the joint after some struggles.
"Hey...what are you guys doing?" Will interrupted, scaring Zeller and Price so that they jumped and bumped their heads against the underside of the top of the steps of the bleachers.
"Holy shit! Graham! Don't do that to us!" Price said, holding a hand over his heart.
"You guys are going to get suspended again." Will sighed, watching Zeller take a third inhale.
Price shrugged. "That's the school's problem. They can only suspend us so much, and guess what that does?"
"What?" Will asked, crossing his arms tiredly.
"Make us stay home and get more high and wasted!" The pot-heads high-fived each other and cheered amongst themselves as Will looked on, shaking his head in shame.
"Yo, Zeller, I gotta go take a leak, ok? Hold this and don't smoke the whole motherfucker, 'kay?" Price shoved the joint into Zeller's hand, and ran off towards the end of the field in the direction of the school.
Zeller looked at the joint, then at Will, then back at the joint in his hand, up at the bleachers, at Will, and then back at the joint, as if deciding something very important along the lines of life and death. "You want a hit?" He asked, offering the joint to Will.
"Oh that's ok. I actually would like to get into college some day. But thanks for thinking of me." Will replied sarcastically, taking a step back away from Zeller and the joint.
"Fuck college, man. Most of those assholes end up working in fast-food places anyway. Life's too short, gotta stop workin' so hard all the time."
"If you say so." Will sighed. He wanted to get back to the team; but they appeared to be doing well without his help.
"ZELLER!" A booming voice suddenly broke the sound barrier.
"AIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" Brian Zeller leapt a few feet into the air, smashed his head against the steps once more, as he screamed a high-pitch ten-year-old girl scream. He raised both of his hands (even the one holding the joint) up as if being held at gun-point by the police.
Mr. Krendler angrily walked over to Will and Brian.
"It's not mine, I swear!" Zeller cried, eye pupils dilated as wide as saucers anyway to prove that he was perfectly high.
"I don't give a cow's left ball whose it is! Go to the principal's office, NOW!" Mr. Krendler barked the order savagely, eyes practically on fire.
Brian whimpered in protest, but Mr. Krendler held up a hand to silence him, and grabbed the burning joint from him and pointed to the school. "Move it. Now."
Without another protest, Brian Zeller walked away.
"Ummm Mr. Krendler?" Will asked in a soft mousey tone.
"What is it, Will?" Mr. Krendler sighed, eyes still glaring at the disappearing back of Zeller as he kept walking off into the distance.
"Cows don't have balls...bulls do..." Will pointed out logically.
"Get your smart ass back on that field, boy, and if I hear one more silly comment out of you, you'll be joining Zeller, got it?" Mr. Krendler threatened, pointing the joint at Will as if it were a weapon.
"Yes sir."
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Regrettably back on the field, Will did his utmost best to remain open to his teammates. But even Matthew stopped passing the ball to him. He was just a lost cause in the eyes of everyone.
Jack's team was winning, anyway, as usually expected, so Will decided he'd let him have his moment of limelight and success.
As Will was running back down the far left side of the field, to catch his breath and take a small break, he once more felt entirely out of breath as he looked towards the school.
The girls' cheerleading team was on their way to the football field to practice their routines. The girls were kept in separate gym classes from the boys, but today the gods seemed to be in Will's favour.
Alana Bloom was one of the said cheerleaders. She smiled her pearly white straight perfect teeth as she laughed and joked with her best friend Bella, an African American girl who was the on- and- off girlfriend of Jack Crawford.
The girls finally reached the field, and began forming a pyramid, with Alana on top. She stood tall with her arms stretched high towards the sky, and leapt up and did a flip before she landed in the arms of Bella and another cheerleader. They all whooped and cheered her as they helped her down onto the green field and she cart -wheeled around as the rest of the girls chanted and clapped.
Their outfits made Will want to swoon. They all wore matching super tight navy blue skirts with shorts under (sadly, in the opinion of all the boys who tried looking up their skirts), white running shoes, and bright red tops that revealed their arms and bellies.
Will watched Alana do some stretches, and as he peeked over at her perfectly shaped pear-bottom, Alana suddenly straightened up and turned to meet Will's inquisitive glance.
Will froze to the spot, but slowly gave Alana a smile as he removed his football helmet, unwittingly.
Alana's dark blue eyes met Will's for the longest time. It seemed as if the Earth had literally stopped spinning. Will closed his eyes, soaking up Alana's image slowly, as if she were the world's most precious and desired statue. He suddenly imagined himself in a dark room, lit with orange and red candles, and a half naked Alana Bloom, resting before him on a bright red couch.
She had on her body a matching red satin shall that covered her most private areas. Will could only see the swell of her breasts and her slightly rounded belly. It was the most sensual thing he could ever want to see. She was like the Birth of Venus...no, she was greater, much greater!
Alana's perfect skin was probably very smooth to touch and delicate to taste...he walked up to her in the middle of the room and ran a hand through her wavy dark brown hair, and ran his hand over the clear skin of her face, pressing gently on the random array of freckles on her nose and cheeks.
Alana looked up at him, and she whispered something very quietly. Will did not want to miss it. He leaned forward and rested her head against her forehead. "What did you say, Alana?"
She sighed, and a cold, frosty sensation hit him. "I said, watch out." She stated quietly.
Will opened his eyes when he felt as if a train had plowed right into him. Jack Crawford had run head first with his helmet into Will's chest, knocking the smaller boy all the way back across the field. Due to a little bit of rain from the early morning before their class, there was still a lot of mud on the ground. Will fell and slid back into the mud, the force of Jack ramming into him sending him rolling and tumbling right into the hard metal pole of the goalie nets.
A loud "OOOOOOOO!" From the boys in his class and a few screams from the girls on the cheerleading team were there last things he heard.
Mr. Krendler ran towards Will, his cell phone still in his hand. "Franklyn! Quick! Call the school nurse! NOW! Don't just stand there, boy! Get that fat ass of yours moving! This is an emergency!"
"Y-yes sir! Oh my God, Will, please stay awake!" Franklyn looked back and forth between running towards the school and at Will, who was blinking and fighting to keep awake for as long as possible. He was scared he would get a concussion, and if he blacked out, that would be the end of him, surely.
As if the world was being conducted in slow-motion, Will saw Alana race towards him, her dark hair fluttering like a large moth in the wind super slowly. She grabbed Will's hands in her own and kneeled next to him in the mud.
Will looked up at her, displaying a love-sick, dizzy smile on his face before moving his head forward, eyeing the entire field before him, and the offices of the school which were across the field. Perhaps it was the impact of Jack burrowing into him, or perhaps it was a concussion already starting, but the last thing that Will remembered seeing was a dark face peering at him through a window in an office across the field before his eyelids grew heavy and finally closed.
Oh noes! Poor Will :( Let's hope he's ok!
Also, fun fact: What happened with Brian Zeller and Jimmy Price is actually based off a real life incident of when I was in high school and a few pot-head students were caught by a teacher smoking weed under some bleachers! Haha, truly, I was inspired.
Cheers!