Chapter edited 02/01/2014

Well its Monday today (and it's actually Monday, don't worry.), 9:00 to be exact, the time school starts.

And you know what that means, right?

It's time for gym.

In comparison to the teenagers that try and do anything to get out of gym class, I actually enjoy it… And it's not just because our teacher is Katyusha Braginskaya.

Okay, maybe a little.

But you can't blame me, her tits are beautiful. Not that I don't appreciate girls with smaller breasts, but like ohmygodboobs

I'm really sorry I can't even think properly, but her boobs I mean Ms. Braginskaya just walked in the room. I'm not the only one who couldn't stop staring; all of the other guys in my class stopped what they were doing too. There's even one gross kid in my class who drools sometimes.

The rest of her body was easy on the eyes too. With her platinum blond hair that rests just above her shoulders, her auburn eyes and pale skin, she's actually really beautiful. She's not just eye candy though; she's also a woman with a big heart. Her personality is actually quite timid and motherly, which is another reason why I like her.

But as much as everyone likes her, her brother makes her untouchable.

His name is Ivan, who seems sort of nice because he smiles a lot, but is actually really scary.

Actually 'really scary' doesn't even describe it. More like a monstrous demon with the eyes of a hawk and an evil mauve aura that surrounds his pale skin and platinum blonde hair and his fuchsia coloured lifeless eyes.

Don't look at me like I'm crazy, just ask around!

The sound of a whistle blowing snapped me out of my thoughts. "Alright everyone," Ms. Braginskaya announced, "we're going to be climbing ropes today!"

I stifled a groan. I really hated ropes. One time, in middle school, we were being evaluated by our teacher on a number of things, including ropes. I was doing fine, until I heard laughter all around me and realized that I wasn't wearing my shorts anymore.

What's worse is that the day before, Alfred dared me not to wear my underwear.

You don't have to tell me it's such a cliché, I know. But it's not my fault that my gym shorts decided to fall down on me.

"Matthew, it's your turn!" Ms. Braginskaya called out, distracting me from my thoughts. She jogged over to me… with her boobs making a slight noise with every step she took.

Oh my god oh my god oh my god

"Matthew?" She said softly distracting me – once again – out of my thoughts. She then put her right head on my forehead while leaning closer. "Are you feeling alright?"

At that point I realized that her boobs were squished against my chest.

Oh my god oh my god oh my god

"Oh dear…" she said, with a worried look on her face, "You don't look too good; your face is getting all red. I don't think you should participate today…" She bit her lower lip. "Here, I'll let Alfred take you to the nurse."

I was afraid of what was going to come out of my mouth if I said anything, so I just nodded. She turned around to find Alfred, doing that jog of hers again, letting me compose myself.

Wait...

I'm getting out of gym?

Score you bitches.

Alfred walked over to me and grabbed my arm, literally escorting me (arm-in-arm) out of the gym.

"Oh you poor dear!" he said, feigning worry as we walked down the hallway. "Are you not feeling well?"

I chuckled. "Say what you want, but at least I'm not climbing a rope."

"Right, we wouldn't want a repeat of the 8th grade, now would we?" He asked, with a smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes.

"Anyways," he said a bit quieter as we approached the nurse's office, "what you need is some time alone in the bathroom, not the nurse's office." With a grin, he gave me a slight push into the room and turned around to head back to the gym.

I was greeted with a plain white room filled with posters of body parts and a lady sitting on her desk doing some paperwork.

Thinking of nothing but Ms. Braginskaya, I cleared my throat a little.

"Hi Alfred!" she said, smiling sweetly at me, "What brings you here? Don't tell me you have digestive problems. I told you that eating too many hamburgers isn't good for you!"

I blinked. Alfred?

"Um… I'm not Alfred…" I said awkwardly, twiddling my thumbs, "I'm Matthew, Alfred's brother…"

"Oh! I'm sorry; you two just look so alike I can hardly tell!" She laughed, "So, what brings you here?"

"I'm not really feeling w-well," I said, pausing to cough, "My head really hurts and I'm feeling kind of nauseous…"

So I'm not the best liar in town. At least I'm not Feliciano Vargas! He's definitely the worst. Well, I would have been if it weren't for Alfred's tutelage. Best big brother ever, I know.

"I see," she said while writing something down on a sheet of paper. "Well then, you may lie down on one of the cots until you feel better."

"Oh, alright, thanks—"I said, until she cut me off.

"Or you could go to the bathroom." She winked, "don't worry, those walls are soundproof."

I blinked in shock. How did she know?

"I-I'll just lie down, I-I'm really n-not f-feeling well…" I stuttered my way through, cursing myself in my head for lying so badly.

"Well, alright." She said with a smirk, indicating that she knew better.

I shuddered, walking to one of the cots and closed the curtain to give myself some privacy.

For the next half hour, I lied down on the cot thinking of nothing in particular. Hockey, maple syrup, pancakes, that I need to buy maple syrup from Wal-Mart on the way home, and how hot a threesome with me, Megan Fox and Jessica Alba would be.

Well, they would probably forget about me so it would just become Megan Fox and Jessica Alba.

Oh my god girl sex.

Ugh Matthew you just got rid of your boner, why are you doing this to yourself?

Fucking hormones, am I right?

My train of thought was cut off as I heard voices from the other side of the curtain. It was so quiet however, that it seemed muffled. I leaned towards the curtain with my body, trying to get a better listen on the conversation.

But all I heard was silence.

Oh... Does that mean the conversation is over?

That's a shame; I was always the nosy one. One perk of being invisible is that it allowed you to be nosy, since nobody noticed you anyways.

A small sound of a small screech of metal was heard, indicating that the curtain was opening. I decided to look up at the bastard that decided to open the curtain when it was clearly occupied–

I let out a surprised yelp.

It's Gilbert.