Valentine's Dance
Chapter 4: Dodge the ball!
Amy quietly took down notes as people goofed around. Some people were chattering, some were texting, others were sleeping. No one ever took Math class seriously. Their teacher was young, most likely still fresh out of college.
Her name was Danica Jane, and she told them to call her Ms. Jay. If she and Nellie ever met, those two would most likely be besties for life. Danica had platinum blonde hair in a pixie cut with blue and red highlights jutting out everywhere. She had blue eyes with green flecks in them and would wear concert tees and skinny jeans. In other words, she looked like some punk rocker chick.
Ms. Jay would frequently give them free periods, since they finish the work so fast.
The only reason people actually passed Math was that Ms. Jay would find ways to make the hardest equations simpler than 1+1.
A yellow crumpled sticky note hit the back of Amy's head. Opening it curiously, she found a drawing of a trashed car. Ian's car, to be precise. She turned around, crumpling it and aiming it on the Kabra's desk. But instead, it hit his left eye.
"Ah! My eye!" He cried, clutching it tightly. Students who saw it stifled their laughter.
He glared at her with his right eye. "Why do you keep hitting me today? What is it, torture Ian day?"
Amy cringed. "S-sorry." She stuttered. "I d-didn't mean to hurt you."
The British Lucian rolled his, well, eye. And it looked rather strange.
~Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad?~
Ian found himself walking next to Amy as class ended.
"What class do we have next?" He asked her.
The shy girl gave him a furtive look. "Uh...Gym. And we have to wear the uniform."
The school shook as if an earthquake decided to attack at a specific place.
"WHAAAAAAAAT?" A shrill, high-pitched scream sounded.
~My mind keeps saying run as fast as you can~
10 girls and 10 boys stood inside the gym as they faced their teacher, Coach Henry.
He was a buff brunet with a beard and a permanent scowl on his face. His nose was crooked and beady black eyes stared at the teens.
"Alright kids, today we're gonna have lots of fun." He grinned evilly. "We're playing Dodgeball."
Some jocks and bullies cheered. They now had another opportunity to pommel the unpopulars. The guys started gathering in groups while the majority of the girls were checking their nails or chatting in boredom.
"And it'll be boys vs. girls."
That shook them up. The girls complained about how their nails would be ruined and the guys became slightly hesitant.
Coach Henry took this as a sign to continue. "And the leaders will be-"
Derek Jorgensen, the quarterback and boyfriend of Sierra, grinned. Sierra just looked at the coach expectantly.
"-Amy Cahill and Ian Kabra."
Sierra looked horrified. "You mean we have to, like, do what she says? There is like, no way I would follow that-that peasant willingly!" She spat out.
Amy interjected. "Actually, our family's rich. We're millionaires."
People looked shocked at the revelation. "And you owe me the newest Lamborghini model made." Ian proclaimed.
The redhead's face reddened. "It was an accident!" She protested.
"So it was an accident that you went over the speed limit, got us in a car chase, and have my beautiful car flip over and get trashed?"
If it was possible, the jade green eyed girl's face turned redder.
"Okay, you can settle this either by chatting like ninnies or we can play dodgeball. Teams, got to positions!" The Coach yelled.
~I say I'm done but then you pull me back~
The fight was long and hard and it eventually ended up with Amy and Ian left. The two of them have been trained by their branches, so it was fairly obvious they would be.
As a tie breaker, Coach Henry decided to have a little fun. The two Cahills would have to dodge all balls thrown at them by the coach himself. And unfortunately, their coach was a Tomas.
"Ready?" The two teens nodded. "Go!"
Amy moved with grace and was fast, her feet barely touching the floor. Ian slithered about like a snake, minus the hissing. The students watched in awe as the two dodged with amazing reflexes.
When the amber eyed boy was close enough, he tripped Amy, which led to her being hit in the gut by a ball. "Boys win!" The coach boomed.
The redhead gave the smirking cobra an evil eye before he felt a bone crushing pain on his leg.
"Gah! Not again!"
~I swear you're giving me a heartattack, troublemaker~