No Pads, No Helmets, Just Balls
Her pink Roxy flip-flops made thwacking noises against the floor of the empty hall. A Kitson tote bag was slung over her left shoulder, carrying her books. She paused before the closed door, smoothing her hands over her slender body. Through the door came the sound of gunshots. The class was obviously watching a movie. Movies made history class bearable as their teacher loved 'teaching' through movies. She didn't mind, she was even starting to look forward to this class everyday. Her hand was on the knob of the door when she felt a pair hands wrap around her neck. Wendy let out a scream that was stifled by one of the hands. She spun around.
"Holy fuck Kyle!" she snapped, facing his lop-sided grin. He leaned against the wall, ignoring her surprise. "Tardy?"
"No, actually I had a dentist appointment." she spat, still defensive after being scared by a dumb trick like that.
"Christ, you don't have to bite my head off."
Wendy rolled her eyes. "You don't have to strangle me. Do you do this to everyone you love?" she joked.
Kyle laughed and ran a hand through his rusty-brown hair. "Only to you."
"Thanks, that makes me feel real special." she unconsciously flipped her hair, immediately reminding herself that he wasn't interested, that he was in love with another boy, with Stan.
"You do that to me too. Strangle me."
Wendy turned around to face the deep voice behind her. Stan. Kyle didn't look surprised by his appearance.
She looked back and forth between the two, a slow smile cracked on her face. "No way. Were you guys just...Holy shit."
"Were we what?" Kyle asked, looking genuinely confused.
"Dude!" Stan spit, looking at him in surprise. "How slow are you?"
Kyle glared at him.
"I think not wearing a helmet or any of that crap is starting to knock brain cells out of your head." Wendy giggled. "You fall all the time skating."
"Whatever. I still get good grades." Kyle shrugged.
Wendy scowled, switching her bag to her other shoulder. "Neither of you have answered my question yet..."
"What question?"
"Jesus...What were you guys doing in the bathroom...together?!" Wendy hissed, lowering her voice.
Just then the door to the classroom swung open, their teacher glaring at them. "Is there some kind of party going on out here? Do you mind keeping the noise down, we're watching a movie."
The students in the room perked up, eager to catch any gossip.
"So...?" Wendy whispered as they were ushered into the room. "Were you really...?"
Stan just grinned, his blue eyes gleaming in the darkness.
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Whoohoo. POINTLESS. I just wanted to put in one thing here so that the preface wasn't deleted. Haha.