Chapter 5

"Mike, wake up…" I remember waking up to Nikki shaking me that afternoon after ninth period. "Class is over now. Not to mention you have to go to practice." I don't know what class I had during that period. I only remembered the ones I hated the most.

I looked up to look Nikki in the eyes. Those perfect, beautiful eyes. And even though any guy would do anything to wake up to a girl that good looking, I still scowled. "Just five more minutes…" I rested my head back down. She gave me a small kick to the shins. Why can girls kick so hard?

"Get up you lazy ass." She shook me a final time before she started for the door. "We're all going to the game to watch you play today. We can get pizza after, my treat." Rich, snobby bitch. No wonder her body is so damn perfect. She can afford the surgery…

I almost fell out of the desk before I grabbed my shit and walked out the door. I didn't even regard my teacher. Whoever it was. I made my way to the locker room on the first floor. The Locker room is beyond nasty. Once you get passed the stench of sweat and horrific body odor, you get to experience the worse smell of them all. Over used, cheap body spray. Simply walking into the room makes most of the freshman who haven't ever smelled anything like it puke. That's why more than half sit out of gym class the first week.

It gets worse. After every sporting event or gym class. The sweat thickens the air. The added moister then gets absorbed by the ceiling tiles and drips back down onto us. The cycle then repeats itself. It rains sweat. There's no other way of describing it. It just physically rains sweat and its beyond unsanitary. Germaphobes wouldn't even dare to think about the biological waste just floating around in the musky, damp thick air.

But hey, that's what the immune system is for. I took a deep breath to embrace the stench of men. It was a manly stench. It made people throw up. but it was still very manly. I went to my locker. Which is coincidentally right next to fox's locker. I had opened my locker by the time he put his gym shorts on.

"You ready to play? We need you on your toes today if you're going to make the team again this year." He pulled his jersey over his face. Does he just have a natural six-pack? I don't understand how it was so easy for him to get jacked.

"Yeah man. You know I can play." I pulled my shorts up and reached for my shirt. "Why?"

"Apparently the coach is pissed at you for not showing up for practice the passed two seasons…"

"Ha ha ha… yeah…" I pulled my shirt on and locked my locker. I tend not to show up for practice every now and then. It's not a big deal since I'm the best player on the team. Fox took my place as captain only because I hardly ever show.

The team always warms up with wind sprints before the coach shows up. He usually has to wait a little after school to watch the extensive amount of kids he assigns detention. He's an ass. I have met worse but still its beyond unfair what that prick does to people. Ferris Bueller would describe him as the guy who would shit diamonds if you stuck a lump of coal up his ass. But as everyone did their sprints, except me, I couldn't help but think about how I'm not going to try out for the team next year. Soccer only bores me now.

As I stood their acting like a total badass bossing the team around like the captain I'm not I got a text message. I checked my wrist phone.

Nikki-

Hey. Can't come today. Maybe catch up with you later.

I sighed as the last member of the team finished his wind sprints. It was good timing. The coach was just leaving the school on the other side of the field. He wore aviator sunglasses, a white wife beater and blue short-shorts. I don't care how miserable he may be able to make my life. The guy was the biggest faggot I've ever met. Or at least one of them.

There was someone behind him as he walked out. And that's the first day I'd ever seen her face. I won't ever forget it either. So beautiful…

She went to sit on the bleachers behind me as the coach blew his whistle at the team and started barking. I hate dogs. I don't even remember anything he said that day. I couldn't take my eyes off the girl. She was a light gray cat with dark brown, silky hair that hung loosely down to her shoulders. She was hot. Just saying…

The girl wore a neon green tank top and baggy black pajama pants with sky blue flowers in cool hawaiian designs. Both managed to portray her body perfectly. Even the baggy pajama pants. Now that has to count for something. I couldn't help but go over to introduce myself. I now consider this a very bad choice and I regret it with every fiber of my being.