He realized that he was still holding me, and then he let go, kind of embarrassed, but mostly aggravated. I giggled again, then we walked into the gym building.
"See ya after we change!" I said. Then I walked over to the girls' locker room and started to get changed.
"What took you? I thought I was going to have to call the cops." Angela said.
"Oh, nothing. I was just annoying Trevor." I saw the quizzical look she gave me, then I said, "Don't ask." She just shrugged, and got back to changing. I put on my regular gray t-shirt and black shorts. Then I pulled up my hair.
Five minutes later, we all went into the gym, then, shortly after, the boys came in. The teacher was last to come in.
'Ugh, they don't pay me enough to do this job. Teenagers are the worst.' Ms. Morley thought. She sighed audibly, then said, "Alright! Today, we will be playing two on two badmitton! You will be partnered with the person I partner you with, no complaints, no changes!" Trevor was on the other side of the gym, and he looked… sort of… nervous? "Angela Weber, you will be paired with Mike Newton." Angela's face fell a bit, but she was still perky. "Mr. Cullen! You will be paired with our newest student, Ms. Costello!"
'Damn it! She's going to ruin me! Even I can't convince Ms. Morley to change my partner. Ugh! That Alissa is the worst thing that ever happened to me!' Trevor thought. I just smiled flirtatiously, and waved. He groaned, coherently. I walked up to him, and said, "Hi! So, I guess we're partners for this. Just to let you know, I can't play badmitton at all." I wanted to find some other way to aggravate him more, but I couldn't think of anything. Then, Angela called me from the other side of the gym, and on the other side of Trevor. Then, I put another plan into action. I brushed up against him, and saw him hold his breath. I smirked, and said, "Yeah, Angela?"
"We'll play you guys! Are you ready?" she asked.
"Yeah!" I answered.
"Sure, whatever." Trevor mumbled.
A few minutes into the game, I had been playing so hard, that I started to sweat, and Trevor stood way at the back of the court, and held his breath, indefinitely.
After our team won, 8 to 0, I decided to take out my ponytail. I was right by him when I shook out my hair, then I heard him think, 'Oh, my god. I've got to get out of here if I don't want to ruin my family. Maybe I should leave now.'
"No!" I yelled. "Oh, uh, crap." I mumbled. "Sorry, everyone! My hair band just broke."
He was just about to run, when he looked at me, a deep hunger in his eyes.