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Chapter 8: Athletic Extraordinaire
Haley's POV
So I'm in gym right now. Yep, gym. It may very well be the only worthwhile class. O god, look at those girls. They are so horrible. They can't even put a stupid ball through a hoop.
I'll admit that I try to be modest, but with the athletic gifts I have, who would?
I play field hockey, soccer, and basketball. I'm thinking about joining the soccer team. It's my strongest sport.
But just look at those girls. That can't dribble. They can't kick. They can't pass. They are horrible.
Boom. The gym door just swung open and out poured the nitwits. They all look like cocky jocks with no cocks.
They were all high-fiving each other. Who does that nowadays? Who? These people live in the stone age.
I just stood there staring at them. How dumb could they be? Wowza, look who just walked in. If it isn't the two attention stealing thieves. They stole our spotlight. That pisses me off just a tad. They joined the rest of the idiotic imbeciles and consumed the next 5 minutes with high-fives, perverted comments, and pulling off their "manly" act.
I turned my attention to the giggling girls and felt a rush of disappointment surge through my veins. Are these girls truly impressed by their caveman antics? That's pathetic.
What has our world come to? We, as a female population, should find a man who does not feel the need to grab their nuts and expose their boxers to the world. But I guess these girls are willing to settle for less.
The heavy sound of a whistle blowing broke the students' chatter. I turned my attention to an old man, named Whitey. He looked sternly at the crowd of students and his eyes rested upon me.
"James, Scott, Smith. Come over here," he barked. I slowly paced towards him with no intention of immediately obeying his orders.
"So kind of you to join us Ms. James," he said sarcastically.
"O the pleasure was mine," I coyly replied.
"I'm sure it was. So the reason I brought you here is to tell you that I've heard that yall are good at sports. Tree Hill would like you to try out and take us to the nationals. We make it to the states, but not to the nationals. James, you play soccer, right?"
I nodded my head.
"Try outs next Wednesday. Bring a physical. Your coach is Bethenly. Scott, Smith, yall play basketball, right?"
They nodded their heads.
"Try outs next Thursday. Bring a physical. Your coach is me. Ok that will be all."
We returned to the swarm of students.
Once again the whistle's blow echoed through the gym.
"We are gonna play hockey. Divide into teams. James and Scott, yall are captains," Whitey yelled. Geez, this guy has anger issues.
Been here for a day and I'm already a captain. O the exquisite joy of rounding up the cattle of students to scrimmage.
Once the teams were picked, we started. Whitey decided to flip a coin. I won and started. I saw Scott was grinning at me. Hmm... this could turn ugly, but interesting. He probably thinks I'm a girl. I'll show him who the girl is.
The game started with intensity. I was hazing the opponent. But I could see the fire in Scott's eyes. I could tell that he was not used to this new concept: losing.
Unfortunately, the teammates sucked. To be brutally honest, they almost made me cry. But I sucked in my grief and played the best I could to pull off a win.
We are currently tied.
Just then someone ran into me and I fell on the floor. The ball flailed off of my stick and rolls away as the game is stopped. I look up to see Scott looking down at me, not just literally, but metaphorically. He looked at me like I was inferior.
I stood up and shook off the pain that was piercing my thigh. Screw the pain; I had to prove I was not weak. I picked up my stick and positioned the ball for a penalty shot.
Damn, this may have been the easiest game I have ever played. I drove the ball into the net and won the game. Our team cheered. The other team grumbled. Then I noticed Scott who was still looking at me. His stare intensified as I saw him come closer towards me. The inferior look in his eyes had wavered a bit, but I could see he was in a state of internal conflict.
As the crowds of the students drained out of the gym to get changed, we stood there staring at each other.
What the hell, I'll go talk to the jackass.
"Good game," I said light heartedly.
"You too.... Where'd you learn to play like that?" he said slowly. His eyes were locked onto mine and I felt a swirl of butterlies flutter in my stomach.
"I used to go to a private school in D.C."
"So you're new, too?"
"Yep, you are as well?"
"Yeah."
"What a small world. Where'd you move from?"
He was about to answer when his friend called him. He looked at me and was about to turn away when he stopped.
"What's your name?" he asked me nervously.
"Haley James."
"I'm Nathan Scott. Nice to meet ya."
He held out his hand. I accepted the handshake. Little jolts of electricity sparked through the nerves of my arm. His mere touch frightened me. I dropped his hand. He looked at me with a sparkle in his blue eyes and turned around to walk away. Slowly, I turned around, too. I looked back and saw him glance back.
That was a weird confrontation.
First, I hate him. Next, I, well... don't hate him.
So many emotions bubbled through me. The only problem was that he had this suspicious air about him.
Am I being paranoid? Yeah, I should loosen up a bit. It's my spy defenses kicking in. What are the chances that he would be a bad guy? Like one in a billion.
Just then, I was blinded by a rather huge kid. Ok, not a kid... a monster. I slowly backed away. Not that I'm scared, but I am a little unnerved by giants. That's all...
The guy came closer and closer to me. The breath momentarily froze in my lungs. O God, he is going to eat me alive!
He came closer and I weighed my options. Either I could run, scream "rape" and hope for the best, or stand up to this dude and put him in his place.
I decided the latter would be the professional choice.
I straightened by back and looked at him straight in the eyes. I waited for him to grab me and destroy my innocence... but it didn't come. Awww... I didn't get to test my new moves. After all, I had just learned kung fu.
He handed me a blue paper and walked away.
It read:
PARTY AT JAKE J'S!
8 TILL WHENEVER
BRING BOOZE
NO TEACHERS
NO PARENTS
NO NOBODIES
JUST PURE UNADULTERATED FUN!
I read it slowly taken aback by this guy Jake's idiocy. The student body is going to demolish his house! Poor fool.
But hey, why not take part in the festivities? It's not like it's my house.
Suddenly, I felt hot breath creep down on my neck. I turned around startled. I put my arms up in defense.
"Down girl," I heard Lucas say.
"Don't breathe on my like that!"
"Why? Does it turn you on?"
"No, I just creeped myself out. I thought this giant guy was a serial rapist and that I was his next victim. Then you come along and do perv things like that."
"Serial rapist? O you mean, Bob? He's cool."
"Whatever. Are you going to the party?"
"Yep, going with Brooke."
"You move fast for a slow neutered dog."
"One, I am not a dog. Two, have you seen my stuff. If you did, then you would not be calling me neutered."
"Fine, I'll call you penially challenged. Will that do?"
"No. I prefer abundantly penial. "
"Well I don't. My penially challenged bud, how could you abandon your girl?"
"Don't say that too loud. People will think that it's true."
"What's wrong with the truth?"
"Nothing, so I won't ever lie. O and I abandoned you for Brooke. Dude, I am going to win and shove it in your pretty lil face."
"Cmon, you don't like talking to her. She doesn't have the nerve to talk to you. It would be like watching two gorillas grunt. There would be no flow of communication."
"Haley, stop watching the Discovery Channel."
"There is nothing wrong with that channel. Just remember: You and me baby ain't nothing but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel-"
"I hate that song. You better stop or I will be forced to plunk you with a stick."
"Lucas Roe!?! You would hit a girl?!?"
"And I wouldn't be embarrassed to admit it."
"C'mon slugger. I wouldn't dare miss chem."
"Mental Note: Haley James is openly admitting her interest in school subjects, notably chemistry."
"Haha Luke. So funny."
"Well I made you laugh."
"But did you notice that there was a considerable amount of sarcasm in that dry, dry laugh?"
"Nope."
"This sucks. I guess I'll ask someone else to hang with me... I hate being alone..."
"Just go with Peyton. She's not as weird as you would think. She's cool."
"Or I could ask Bob..."
"No, no, no. No guys will be pawning your body. At least, not him."
"Fine. I'll go with Peyton. She could be a best bud replacement."
"Hey! I don't need a replacement."
"Would you prefer a surrogate best bud?"
"Much better term."
"Or I could call her the substitute best bud who would never ditch her best bud."
"Nahh, I'm not fond of that one."
"Surrogate best bud it is."
We walked into the chem. lab.
Neither of us knowing the terrors of the night that lay ahead of us.