My last class is gym, something that I was actually excited about until I saw the uniform. Half my ass is hanging out of the tiny yellow shorts and the other half might as well be from how tight they are. The blue tank top is about thirteen sizes too small. I'm exaggerating, but still. I swear this school is trying to breed sluts.

Entering the gym I make the assumption that I'm sharing this class with the last two beautiful people. The guy—what was his name?—was huge. Like walk into him and mistake him for a bus huge, but with the tight shirt he has on, it's apparent that it's all muscle. The girl—Rosalyn was it?—is kill me now I don't want to live anymore gorgeous. Long blond hair, perfect lean hour glass figure, and legs that go on for miles.

They are standing right in the middle of the group of teenagers milling about, but something about the way they were talking to each other made it clear that they could've been in Afghanistan for all they knew.

"For the rest of the semester we'll be doing acrobatics." The class collectively groans, which makes the teacher chuckle. "By the end of this, you'll all hopefully realise the necessity of being limber. Acrobatics can be applied to all sports." He quickly counts the class before saying, "I want you in groups of three." He hands out a piece of paper with drawing of stick people in weird positions. A lot of the guys start pointing at different ones and giggling. Real mature.

The teacher continues speaking as he makes his way around the area. "I want you to take turns perfecting at least three of these positions, and by the end of the class, each group will perform a short routine that uses their chosen positions.

"Get to it!" He orders when we all just stand there.

The class quickly breaks off into different groups as I'm left standing there, since I don't know anyone in this class.

The teacher whistles at me to get my attention. "New girl," he shouts, causing the nearby people to look. "You're with Hale and McCarty since they're only a group of two."

I give a look of dread at the only group of two here. Of course. I'm paired up with them. My earlier enthusiasm for this class dies a sudden yet tragic death.

I slowly walk over to them. They don't acknowledge me at all when I reach them. The big guy—Emmett! Yes that's his name—is lying on the floor with his legs sticking up straight in the air. The girl is standing there positioning his feet to rest against her stomach. I look down at my sheet and find the position that they're attempting. It looks simple enough on paper, and I see that it's just as simple when they do it. The girl—Not Rosalyn… Rosalie?—leans forward and Emmett catches her hands in his, balancing her weight with his feet still in the air. She lets go of his hands and adds a flourish.

They start moving onto a second position when the teacher comes over. "I know there aren't a lot of three person positions, but I would like you to include everyone."

Emmett looks at him like he's bored. "If you know that there aren't three person positions, why'd ya make us groups of three?"

"Safety reasons," the teacher responds. "The third person is meant to help the other two into position and catch them if they fall. But seeing as how you two are very unlikely to need a safety person, I'd like you to modify your positions to include three people. It doesn't have to be elaborate," he says as he walks off to the next group.

For the first time they actually look at me. The girl gives a short nod, more to herself than to me. "You'll do." They get into the first position. The girl—I'm pretty sure her name is Rosalie—starts to instruct me while balancing on her stomach on Emmett's feet. "Go stand over there and lean—"

"I actually had my own idea," I interrupt, only realizing once I'd done it that I probably shouldn't of.

Her eyes narrow, but she says, "Then by all means. Show us."

I'd seen another position that requires one of the people to be lying down, so I thought that it might work if we combined the two. I don't explain that to them, since Rosalie had clearly said 'show' them. She doesn't look like the type to unnecessarily speak.

I move around until I'm standing by Emmett's head, and ask him to stretch out his arms. He does so, wordlessly. I place my palms in his giant ones and grip them tightly, he does the same. Then, using mostly upper body strength, I flip myself over so that I'm upside down, being held up by Emmett's hands. As an extra little flourish, I move my legs so that I'm doing the splits.

Having proven my point, I flip myself down and land lightly next to them. Rosalie does the same. She gives me a long evaluating look that makes me shrink self-consciously into myself. "What else can you do?" She finally asks.

I shrug, "Anything. I've been doing gymnastics since before I could walk."

Emmett laughs lightly, getting to his feet.

"Cheerleading try-outs are tomorrow. Be there," she says.


AN; This chapter was quite long for a drabble. Thanks for the favs, alerts and reviews, guys! :)