Hey guys! New chapter! I know there's not a lot, but it's PE. Not a lot usually happens the first day anywhere, especially there. Next chapter will be longer again!
Warning: not mine.
Second period was PE. I hurried into the locker room to get changed, since meeting up with Talia had made me kinda late. By the time I had, everyone else was already in the gym, gathered around... Something. Jogging over, I saw that it was one of the teachers. He was doing one-armed pull-ups on a bar hanging on a wall, grunting to himself with each repetition. He was wearing a plain orange breathable shirt and grey short-shorts. His muscles were huge, and shown off by how tight his clothes were. His face showed no ounce of effort, but sweat dripped from under his eyepatch onto his beard, making it glisten in the light. As the final bell rang, he dropped to the ground, then turned to one of his nearby co workers, "How many was that, Desmond?" He asked in a thick Australian accent.
"Six hundred and forty-three, Slade," the larger man grumbled.
The first man shrugged, "Not my best day," then turned to face the class, "Attention!" He called, "For those of you who don't remember, my name is Slade Wilson. You can call me Mister Wilson, Coach Wilson, or anything to that effect. Calling me by my first name or just "Wilson" will get you a lap. Got it?"
The class stood silent.
"Good," he gestured to the man sitting next to him, "This is my assistant, Roland Desmond. While not the brightest bulb in the box, he's tough as nails. I wouldn't go testing him if I were any of you," his eyes landed on me for a second before moving on. He began talking about the class when I heard a familiar snicker behind me
"What's up with this guy?"
I turned to see Jay leaning against the wall next to me, arm around Harley's waist, "A bit of a hard-ass, don't you think?"
"I heard that!" Wilson turned to face Jay, "Push-ups! Now! Gimme fifty!" he spat.
Jay shrugged, "You're the man, Willy," he dropped and started doing his push-ups, surprisingly well, actually, given his thin arms.
"And another twenty for calling me 'Willy'," it was obvious this would be a long semester for both Jay and Wilson.
With Jay busy, I started scanning the class for other people I knew. Across the room,Tommy was chatting up Roman and Nigel. I noticed Jonathan in the corner, looking uncomfortable in his PE clothes, and waved him over.
When he finally made his way over (the crowd was thick, so it took a few minutes), he breathed a sigh of relief, "Nice to see a familiar face."
"All right then, miscreants! Classes are short today, so we're only going to be running a mile!"
A collective groan came from the group, causing Wilson to laugh, "By the end of your senior years, a mile will be nothing. Now go!" he turned on a stopwatch, and we began to run.
Next class: English!