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Chapter 3

Senior Year, First Day of School, Part 2

Fang

Fourth period. Being in Human Anatomy couldn't have been any more boring. Mr. Harlan had been the only teacher to actually teach on the first day of school. His lecture on bones almost made me have a siesta. He cracked some jokes, but that didn't even make me give a slight chuckle. The only thing good about this class was because I was sharing it with my all time best friend, Iggy. A.k.a. James Turbine.

He tapped my shoulder and I looked his way.

"Dude, I heard that you and Max were actually talking? Is that true?" I stared at him wide eyed. Everyone already knows that? That was literally during lunch. Not even an hour ago, and the entire senior class already knows? Peachy. . .

I nodded, but explained what really happened. Iggster, thankfully, understood too, he knows how much I don't like Brigit. He's actually scared of her too, shocker right?

"Ok class, now here is a diagram of the human organs. This here, is the stomach. Fun fact about the stomach is that the stomach must build a new lining of mucus to prevent the acids in your stomach from eroding your stomach away."

All class Mr. Harlan he had been talking. The way he talked about the different organs was just so ew, I was wishing the bell would ring faster, and I guess the Big Guy up there heard me, because it actually rang.

I walked out and headed for my locker. Passing the many faces of the entire school, the freshies, sophties, and junies, each of them, well at least the girls stared at me, and left me uncomfortable.

I mean, guys would love to have girls look at them, but when you have been looked at as often as me, you'd wish you weren't as good looking.

I made it to my locker and checked my schedule. Until last year, the school had been a block schedule school, getting used to going to all my classes is just ridiculous. Some teachers still get confused about the schedule and forget about their pace. Looking at my schedule, I guess I had American History, wiiiiiiiittttthhhh. . . Mr. Brown.

I headed for class, barely making before the bell rang, right when I walked in the bell had rang. I looked around and saw Max and Maximum, chatting and laughing. I was bothered that my friend was talking to my ex-girlfriend, and at fact it looked like they were getting along. There was an empty seat to Max's right, while Maximum was sitting to his left.

"Oh hey dude, have you met Maximum?"

She looked at me and her face expressions blanked. She gave me a nod. I nodded back, and sat down in my seat. As if being ever so oblivious to the tension, Max said a joke. Or a pun, something like that I guess.

"I had a pun about insanity, but then I lost it." He then bit his lip, got up, and slapped his knee. I stared at him for a sec, until I finally actually got it. I started to slightly laugh, not because it was funny, but because it took me a while to actually finally get it. Maximum chuckled too, and then eventually, Max joined, the three of us probably looking like idiots.

Eventually class started, Mr. Brown introduced himself, and gave us each a monster of a textbook. You know when you give a little girl something really heavy all of sudden, then they have like that little drop until they can actually carry it? Yea, this textbook even made ME do that, I surprised myself that day. . .

Anyways, this class wasn't really anything major, I texted Iggy the entire time, him being a stupid smart mouth, while Max and Maximum got their flirt on. She was twirling her hair from time to time, a slight smile on her face. She used to do that with me, but whatever.

Luckily, the entire ordeal of hearing her giggles and squeaks was soon interrupted by the bell. I got up and walked out to my locker.

~[*]~

You know, Phys. Ed. isn't all that bad guys. I mean, we have an indoor gym, so most activities are done in doors. It really helps with the stink radar, but all the dudes still sweat hardcore. The girls, all perfumed and lip glossed, not even a drop or whiff of stink.

But guess what, this day is just going to get more and more cliché guys, because the only person I know in this class is, yes, you guessed it, Maximum herself. And everyone else seems to be those people who prefer to stay under the social status radar.

"ALRIGHT SENIORS!" We all turned our heads to Coach Ed's booming voice. "Alright guys, since the Physical Education Department had some extra money from the fundraiser last year, so they bought 20 pairs of shorts and shirts for each size. You guys just need to pick the right size. And ladies, don't think the XS is appealing. I don't need my students getting woodies at 1 o'clock in the afternoon." Some of the girls giggled, while all of the guys full on laughed.

Coach blew the whistle, and we each made our way to the uniforms. The girls on the left side, the guys on the right. We all browsed and measured the uniforms, trying them on, or pressing them against our bodies. After about 15 minutes, everyone had their uniform on hand, and coach sent us to the locker rooms.

To no surprise, almost all the guys were out in just 5 minutes, we all sat on the bleachers waiting for the fashion show that is about to happen. One by one, girls came out with their shirt tied to fit better. It was basically a 'who wore it better'. Some of the girls put the shorts to an all time short, even coach gave them a disapproving look. Some of the guys wolf whistled, while I internally gagged.

But then, of course, came out Maximum, hair in a bun, shorts just above the knee, and her shirt fit her perfectly. She had a pair of red vans . . . the ones I got her for her birthday.

Several other girls came out, later ending this school gym runway. Coach whistled, and handed each and every one of us a pre-test sheet.

"Ok class, as you guys know, the first thing we do in Phys. Ed. Is pre-testing. You guys should already know what to do, so lets make this quick. First of all, instead of me testing you this year, you'll be testing each other. Partner up! Guys with guys, girls with girls, or both."

All of the girls went for each other, and all of the guys bumped fists. Sooner or later, I was left, with either, Nose Picking Nat, Farting Frank, or Maximum. It's either boogers, gas, or Maximum?

I power walked to Maximum, she noticed the other choices and instantly latched onto my arm.

Coach blew the whistle and announced the first test, pull ups. Piece of cake. Maximum and I walked to the pull up bars.

"You wanna go first?" she asked. I smirked and shook my head.

"Ladies first." I bowed and let out my arm. She smirked and jumped into ready position. She hung until I said go. I looked around and saw all the girls struggling to even do one. Wow. . .

"Go."

1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5

I stared wide eyed.

6 . . . 7 . . . 8 . . . 9 . . . 10

She let go, and stood up, stretching and yawning. "Always fail the pre-test before the post- test, if you actually want to pass."

"So you held yourself back?" I questioned.

"Duh."

We switched and I was the one doing the pull-ups. Easily, I had done 10. But, I being with the 'ever so big ego' did 11. I didn't want to be left in the dust, especially by Max. Call me sexist I guess . . . ?

Since we seemed to be the only group that had actually finish early, we made our way toward the bleachers, and just chatted.

~[*]~

I exited the showers, and made my way toward my locker. I quickly slipped on my boxers (AN: Fan Service?), and dressed. I sprayed on some AXE cologne, and shook my head free of the remaining water.

I walked out, and headed to my next class.

Health Class.

I sighed, and started my journey through the halls of high school, making turns of left and right, waving hi at old friends, winking at the occasional group of fan girls, all that good stuff.

I soon found the room, and walked right in. Luckily, it was nearly empty, so the back was my first option of a seat. But it looks like we have Mr. Bunch. A very old, and nice man, but he, unfortunately gives assigned seating. Ill most likely be in the middle, since my last name starts with M.

After about two minutes, very little people had walked in. This class had to be around 11-13 students. Luckily, Iggy walked in, being all dorky, with a smile plastered on that pizza face of his. He saw me, and walked over to me. He sat down, and we started chatting. Just guy stuff actually, girls, skateboards, sports. The usual.

Then walked in Maximum.

I shot up from my seat. I was absolutely furious. Was this some kind of a sick joke? Did the counselors purposely place us in almost all of the same classes? Because I'm getting really tired of seeing her face everywhere. Not to be rude, but have you ever been in a class room with your ex?

Oh. You have? Then you should understand.

She had a frustrated look on her face, as if we shared the same emotion. Simultaneously, we both said, "Not again." It was relatively surprising that we said the same thing, seeing the fact that it's never happened.

The students that were in the classroom stared. One guy at the door had his mouth wide open, and Iggy just stared at me. I sat down, a frown on my face. She, on the opposite end of the room.

I sighed, hating this school, I put my head down, waiting for the bell to ring, signifying the start of class. Fortunately, I didn't need to have my head down for a long time, the bell had rung, and Mr. Bunch waltzed in. I sat up, and waited for this class of health to start.

~[*]~

I walked out, utterly creeped out. Toward the end of class, Mr. Bunch had the guys do an activity, as to not give in, when you know, we're being 'taunted' from a girl. And since this class was packed with guys, with only 6 girls, some of the guys had to have another guy, as the 'girl' in the situation, I getting stuck with Iggy. 'Iggelina' he calls himself. He even did the voice.

So for the activity, Mr. Bunch said the female had to rub the thing of thigh of the male, and trying to taunt him into giving in. This activity was basically traumatizing for me. Every time an actual girl touches me, I'll think of Iggy, and this creepy day in highschool, in health class.

I stood immediately, right when his hand touched me, I shifted and stood. Just no.

Thankfully, that was like, 4 minutes ago, and I'm glad because I, thank goodness, have a free period. No class, maybe no Maximum, and utter piece and quiet.

I walked the halls, enjoying the view of the halls getting quieter and quieter, and emptier. I am not having a worry at all. I approached my locker, opened it, and took out what I needed. Textbooks, notebooks, all that good stuff. I closed my locker, making sure it was secure, and walked toward the library. I found it, and walked in.

I take short glances of the room, and see that there are some other students here. I saw some familiar faces, like Jordan, and some freshman I've showed around. I walked toward Jordan, and sat in his table. He had textbooks laid everywhere, papers and highlighters surrounded him, pens of red and black uncapped and ready to use. Props because Jordan was known as the bow to never do his homework, at all, but I guess he's making a change for himself.

I sat down and said hi, he seemed to be caught by surprise, because he jumped, looked at me, and we did that hi guy handshake thing.

"So what's with the cram sesh?" I questioned.

"This girl that I think is really cute, nice, and funny, also has free period, and I'm trying to finish as much as I can, so that we can talk most of the time." I cocked an eyebrow. Oh. . .

"It's the first day of school, how could you already sort of like her?" Like seriously, I mean, we've been with each other for 3 years, but a lot of us are pretty much strangers. Sad, I know.

"I don't know. She just really caught my eye during 4th period. We sat next to each other and just sort of hit it off, I guess. We couldn't stop talking, and she made so many funny comments and jokes, that I wanted her to be my friend. But I guess, I'll end up liking her."

"Do I know her?" He pointed toward the entrance of the library, and I followed as to where he pointed.

"Do you know that blonde beauty?"

My jaw dropped. I hate this school. This is some kind of a cliché love sick story, being read by a bunch of readers, who all in all, are most likely amazing. But seriously, she's here, AGAIN.

I'm done. Just done.

Done.

Just done.

He sort of likes Maximum.

She noticed me, and sighed, like me. We need to accept it, and deal with it. I waved a hi, and she made her way toward us. As she got closer, Jordan started to get a little fidgety. I whispered calm down, and waited till she sat down.

Ok. Gonna make this as blunt as possible.

Don't hate me.

I'm sorry.

I started HISCHOOL OMG GUYS THERE IS A JUNIOR THAT LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE THOR. HE HAS THE BEARD

AND THE HAIR AND HES JUST OMG A GOD.

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