Going into that period, I didn't know what to expect. The gym had a high ceiling, panelled florescent lights, and the lines on the floor had nearly rubbed off. The whole place smelled musty. The class milled about in small groups, whispering and throwing flirty looks in my direction. I was uncomfortably aware of the close-fitting material of my shirt, clinging to every ridge on my chest. I didn't even contemplate looking further down..
Fortunately, Mr. Kennedy arrived fairly shortly, bringing the cart with him. He left it beside the door and called us in to form a circle. Somehow, I ended up between the short, frizzy-haired brunette from English, and a blond boy with his hair gelled into spikes. He seemed frustrated and she delighted.
"Alright, everyone, we are starting up with some stretching!" -Groans all around- "So pick your left leg up and hold your ankle and balance!"
With some reluctance, I did as he said. Looking around the gym, others were struggling to stay upright. I couldn't resist a smirk.
"Oh, hey, you're really good at this!" The brunette squealed, grabbing my shoulder for support. I froze at her touch, but she appeared not to notice. "My name's Jessica," she added, nearly falling over, "And he's Mike,"
The boy next to me scowled. "If put your finger on something that's not moving, you'll stay upright easier, Jess." He stared pointedly at her hand on my shirt. Maybe that'll keep her from groping him to death. The way she looks at him, it's disgusting. What's his name again? E…Er…Er something…
"Edward," I said automatically.
"What?' The boy looked at me suspiciously.
Then I realized what I had done. "I-I was just telling you my name. Edward."
Jessica beamed at me, while Mike narrowed his eyes.
I have to be more careful. He's bound to suspect something if I do that again. Damn! How could I forget?
"Good, good," said Mr. Kennedy, interrupting my thoughts, "Now I'll split you into pairs. You two, and you two, and you two…" He walked around the circle. I knew before he reached us what was going to happen, but that didn't stop the silent moan when I was paired off with Mike.
He wasn't too thrilled either. Fantastic. That Cullen kid. At least now we'll get to see what he's made of.
Mr. Kennedy cleared his throat. "One partner, please come on up and get a soccer ball for you to share. Today we will be practicing headers. Any volunteers to show us how it's done?"
The hand of a tall, tan boy with freckles shot up.
"Yes, Colin!"
The boy ran forward and took a place in front of the coach, grinning. Mr. Kennedy tossed the ball lightly, and the boy ducked under it, than sprung up, sending it soaring back to him. The class applauded.
"Excellent, Colin! I want to see you all with his form. I want both partners trying!" He gestured to the cart and stepped aside.
Neither of us moved.
We stood there for a few moments, staring at one another, until I stepped away and took a ball from the cart. One of us had to be the man.
I returned and we spread out, eyes still on each other. I threw the ball to him, and he flung it back. I headed it back expertly, and his glower deepened. I did this about ten times, until his face was nearly contorted, and the coach told us to stop and switch.
What happened next was not my fault.