Chapter 2

I have managed to not have a gym class with Cordelia and Buffy my whole life. Up until now I've been perfectly comfortable with changing in the locker rooms. It isn't like I check out all the girls, I'm not a perv. Now I know that Cordy is in there, and she is definitely going to say something, I'm pretty sure there's a reason why I've never been in her gym class. You know how I said I'm not a perv, well I'm not. It's just, Buffy is in there and if she's changing...

Wow, my mind just went off to a special place. And... The bell just rang dammit. At least I won't have to deal with changing with them. I'll just have to show up a little early for each class. Not to mention that my favourite class went from being awesome to dreadful in about five minutes. Just because of Cordelia freaking Chase.

As usual, the first gym class, well the first of pretty much any class, the teacher blabs on for like half an hour about 'class rules'. Honestly, every single kid in this school can recite every teacher's 'class rules' because they're all the same. No talking while they're talking, no cell phones, bla bla and bla. What's the point in repeating things we already know when we're going to do it anyways?

While Mrs. Holland is giving us her speech on how she got where she is now, I'm busy looking around, not paying attention whatsoever. I mean, it's gym class, I just wanna move. Here she is, making us sit on the floor like if we were in kindergarten. Now she's handing us toilet paper. Safe to say; what the fuck?

"Okay guys, I like doing this activity on the first day, or first class, because it allows us to get to know each other. Since we'll be doing teamwork and group work almost every class, I think it's important that we get to know our peers," cue the collective groan. I've known everyone in here for nearly all my life, I couldn't care less about them and they couldn't care less about me. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who feels this way.

"So," she clasps her hands together, "Each of you rip off anywhere from 5 to let's say... 20 squares, then I'll explain some more," she finishes. The roll is in my hands now, I have no idea how much to take, it's not like she explains to us what in the hell we're doing with it. Because I'm an idiot, I take 20.

"Now I'm going to pair you off with someone at random. You guys are going to find a place in the gym, not near anyone else, thank you, and for every piece of paper, you're going to tell the other person something about yourself," I can't believe she has a smile on her face. She just went from being the coolest teacher to the lamest teacher in the span of 30 minutes.

Now I have to rely on a random pick so that I don't end up with Cordelia. Now that, would suck. Why couldn't Kennedy or Willow be in this class with me? At least then I'd have a 2 on 30 chance of not ending up with someone I don't like.

"Leslie with Anna," would you look at that, two best friends got picked.

"Shayna and Jennifer," Another team off to their corner.

"Cordelia and," please not me, please not me, please no me, "Rachel," oh thank god.

"Jessica and Samantha," I'm suddenly not worried anymore.

"Buffy and Faith," Crap. How did I not think of that?

She's getting up and coming towards me. Snap out of it Faith!

"Hey," would you look at that, I said a word to her.

"Hey," she's cute when she smiles.

"Hey," why is she looking at me funny?

"You said that already," she giggles. Oh right. We settle in a secluded part of the gym. Sitting on the floor, with toilet paper in our hands. Mines all folded up, but it looks like she took the minimum amount,

"How many do you have?" she asks me. I let the paper unwind.

"Wow!"

"What can I say? I think big," I'm lame. I am so, so lame. Wait, is she laughing? She's so laughing, go me!

"How should we do this?" I think I'm making progress in the area of speaking.

"How about you say one, I say one, and so on?"

"Yeah, but I have like 15 more than you,"

"So? When I'm done you can just keep going. And going," she's smiling wickedly at me.

"This so unfair, can't we just do 5 each?" I went from not being able to utter a word in front of her to whining like a 5 year old in the span of a day.

"No, I wanna know... So start," she's feisty. She also apparently wants to know stuff about me. Who am I to deny her that?

"Okay so umm... I play soccer," One. I rip a piece off the roll and put it to the side.

"Really? That's how you're gonna play?" The more I talk to her, the more I start to like her. Well, more like fall deeper in love. I know I don't make sense to you, but it's not like I make any sense to myself either.

"I'm a cheerleader," Well that's lame. Oh... I her point.

"I've never been outside of Sunnydale," she looks like she feels bad for me. Whatever.

"I'm a total Gleek," Oh my god me too!

"I love Glee too!"

"My parents are divorced," that sucks.

"I live with my aunt,"

"I have a dog,"

"I don't have pets,"

"I like school," Weird.

"I don't like school," she laughs at that. Making her laugh, definitely my new favourite thing.

"Well..." why isn't she continuing?

"I said all five already," obviously. See, it was fun when I could learn stuff about her, now it's lame again. I groan and she rolls her eyes.

"Fine. My favourite colour is blue," she actually seems happy that I continued.

"I have no siblings, my best friend is Kennedy, I hate twilight, I usually like gym, favourite subject is history, I haven't worn a dress or skirt since I was five," she gasps. I knew she'd like that one.

"I'm a Pisces, I love to draw, I only own two pairs of shoes, I like pretty much all kinds of music, I hate cats but love dogs, I can't stand shopping, I hate pink, and umm..." why is the last one always hard? Oh! "I love Glee,"

"You said that already," huh? "That you love Glee," Oh right, damn.

"I'm gay," Everyone know, but it's still weird telling her. I'd have thought she's be disgusted, but she just smiles.

"I didn't think you'd say that,"

"Neither did I," I really wasn't planning on it.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I already knew,"

"Yeah, thanks to Cordelia," I mumble. See, I never actually planned on coming out, but Cordy just had to walk in on me making out with some girl at a party. Naturally, the next school day I was whispered about. That lasted all about two days, I still hate that she told though. It's the kind of thing I would have liked to tell people personally.

"She does have a big mouth," she laughs. "So was that girl your girlfriend?"

"What girl?"

"Well the one from the party Cordy told everyone about," she seems like she doesn't want to be asking me this, but really wants to know at the same time. It's confusing.

"Nah, we were just hooking up," she looks, relieved?

"We shou-" stupid, stupid bell. The second it rings Cordelia grabs Buffy and they're out the door. Gym wasn't so bad...