Isabella's POV

I wake up Monday morning and smile. Today's the first day of school! I'm gonna prove to the guys that I actually belong here. Well, technically I don't since it's an all-boys school… but I'm gonna prove that girls can be twice as good as guys! After known Phineas and the gang for a couple of days, I gotta say they're funnier than I thought. Ferb actually talks a little and Baljeet rambles on and on about math… Phineas is just… Phineas. Awesome, wonderful, great! Ahh, why can't there be guys like him at home…

I dress up in a pair of beige chinos, a white shirt and a marine-blue blazer with the school-emblem on the left side of the chest. Today, I won't mess anything up!

Gym class

I mess everything up! I put my face in my hand and shake my head. Phineas, Ferb and Baljeet stare at me.

"Did you just say Channing Tatum is… hot?" asks Phineas weirdly. I chuckle nervously and rub my neck with my right hand.

"What? Pfft, noo! I said Channing Tatum is not!" I exclaim. Phineas lifts an eyebrow.

"Not what?" he asks and crosses his arms.

"Not… hot! Yeah, I mean have you seen him? Who wants strong, sharp jawlines? Not me!" I say. Ferb shakes his head and goes back to the boxing-lesson, followed by Phineas and Baljeet. I groan in exasperation and run after them. We walk up to the others and I look at the coach. It's a young guy, probably just graduated college or something. He has brown hair, blue sparkling eyes and a perfect body.

"Wow he's ho-… not! Hot…" I whisper to Phineas and he gives me a 'really?' face, then he turns his attention to the coach. I mentally slap myself, no, kick myself in the groin, and listen to the coach.

"Okay class, today we are going to try some boxing. Everybody line up, one vs another!" Phineas quickly walks up to Ferb, leaving me and Baljeet. Well thank you Phineas. Baljeet walks over to me boringly and looks at me.

"Okay, I can not fight, not in any way. But judging on your… everything I guess, you can not either so it is cool." He says. I grit my teeth and clench my fists.

"Huh, you think so? Well, we'll see who wins, don't we?" I say with a sarcastic laugh. Coach gives each of us a pair of gloves and those ugly weird helmets and I put them on. Wow, it was really a long time ago since I wore boxing-gloves!

When I was a child, I was in a scout-group, the Fireside-girls in California. I was the leader of the group and I had all the patches you could have! Including the boxing-patch, easy one, really. All I had to do was fight! Almost as easy as the karate and the jujitsu-patch.

Coach stands in the middle of the room. "Okay guys, the rules are easy. The first one on the floor for 3 seconds looses. This is a school-thing so remember, not too hard. To make this funnier, we'll make it a competition. The winner stays, the looser leaves and the winner meet another winner. The last one to stand wins! Go!" he shouts and everybody starts throwing punches at each other. I look at Baljeet and smirk. Then, I start punching him, not too hard though. First, it's a school-thing. Secondly- he seriously has no muscles at all and is the nerdiest guy I've ever met. I don't have to humiliate him more than necessary.

He screams and tries to hide his face behind the gloves. I grab one of his hands and easily push is aside, then I punch him with the other hand. He grabs his head dizzily and stumbles a little. I take the opportunity and punch him one last time and he falls to the floor. I stand over him and cross my arms with a proud smirk. "Aand I won!" I exclaim. I'm about to sway with my hair, then I remember I don't have any left, so I punch myself in the chest and walk away.

I get paired up with another guy, blonde hair, brown eyes… strong. Wow, it feels bad to punch such a hot guy… well, I've seen better, so. "Fight!" shouts coach and he immediately throws a punch at me, but I quickly dodge it and punch him in the stomach. He makes a sound, but he recovers fast and tries to punch me in the chest. I bow my torso down like in limbo and punch him hard in the stomach again from there.

Then I stand up again and this time, it seems like that punch hit him hard. I punch him in the face several times and he falls to the floor. Coach walks up to us and looks at the guy on the floor, his jaw on the floor. He then points to me, as if asking if I did it. I chuckle and nod, and he raises his eyebrows impressed.

It's only 6 guys left now, and I easily take out my next opponent as well. When it's four of us left, I get paired up with Ferb. I smirk at him and pretend to crack my knuckles, but it obviously doesn't work through these gloves. He shakes his head and gets into a fight-position.

"Ready! Fight!" the coach shouts and Ferb quickly punches me in the stomach. I grunt and hold my stomach, and I can see how he's about to punch me again in the corner of the eye. He's about to punch me in the chest, but I quickly slaps it away with my right hand, then I punch him in the face. He grasps his nose and I take the opportunity to punch him in the stomach. He falls to the floor, but gets up again.

I smirk and punch him in the face one last time and he falls to the floor again, this time he doesn't stand up again. Everyone gasp and I turn around to see that it's not me they're gasping at, it's my opponent who just won his game. It's the most muscular guy I've seen, and judging by the guy on the floor, his nose bleeding, it's not going to be a fun match.

I crack my neck 'manly' and walk up to him. He looks at me and starts to laugh like crazy. "And can you tell me how in the world you managed to knock out my men? You, a tiny, thin little guy, beating up the soccer-team? What's your cheat-tactic?" he asks as he grins viciously.

I laugh mockingly and look at him. "I didn't need cheats to win against those girls, and I certainly won't need it for you!" I exclaim and poke him in the chest. Everyone gasp at me and I look at the bleacher. My eyes fall on Phineas and he shakes his head, slicing his hand along his throat frantically as if to say- stop it now!" I turn around again and face a now furious biff.

"Oh, so you're telling me you can win against the soccer-captain? Let's see what you've got, little gay-stick." I scoff at him. Gay-stick, seriously? Couldn't come up with anything better? He's bad…

"Eric, stop it now, if you don't want to be sent to the principal. You know what that means." Says coach angrily and Eric smirks at me.

"Don't worry. I can beat him up with something better than words." He says. Okay I gotta admit, that one was okay. Not bad, biffy!

"Ready? Set! Fight!" shouts coach and he quickly punches me hard in the face. My head flies back and when it does, he punches me even harder in the stomach. I cry out in pain and grab my stomach. He hits me in the chest and DANG IT THAT HURT! I fall down on the floor, my arms crossed over my chest. I hear the crowd say 'ohhh…' as in- that hurt! And yes, it certainly did.

He punches me again in the face and I fall down on my back. The coach runs up to me. "1!..." okay, if I let him win now, I seriously won't show my face ever again after what I said to him. "2!..." I throw my legs in the air and when I throw them down, I use the force to jump up again. Everyone cheers and I shake my head clear again.

He looks at me and shouts as he throws another punch at me, but this time I dodge it easily and punch him from under his chin. His head is thrown back and I quickly punch him several times in the stomach. He grunts and grabs his stomach and I punch him in the chest hard 3 times, but not too hard, I mean I don't want to crush his ribs, it would be mean of me.

I punch him in the face several times and then one more time in the stomach. His feet are barely able to hold him up anymore and I walk up to him casually, then I blow him on the face and he falls to the floor. The coach walks up to him. "1… 2…3! We have a winner!" I laugh happily.

"Yes! In your face, Eric! Or, in your stomach too, I guess…" the crowd erupts in cheers and I smile. Not so gay-stickish now, am I?

"Okay, is everyone okay? For those who feel dizzy, I recommend you to visit the school-nurse. The rest of you, get into the showers and then head off to lunch!" he shouts.

Mm, lunch! I can't wait to see what they have to offer here, it must be like a hotel, with french-fries, meat, fresh fruit and-…. Wait did he just say showers?

Phineas approaches me and puts his arm around my shoulders, I blush a little but I quickly shrug it off. "Wow Isaac, I had no idea you could fight like that! Both Ferb and Baljeet said you were sick, though Baljeet can't be hard to persuade. But even so, you were awesome!" he drags me into the changing room and I gulp.

I quickly shrug his arm off. "Ookay, thanks! Thank you so much, really. But I gotta go, like now. You know, homework! I got so much homework to do and now when we have lunch-break, it was a splendid opportunity!" Phineas eyes me weirdly and he takes off his shirt.

I freeze and find myself staring at his stomach. It's… whoa. Those arms, perfectly muscular, not too much but not too little either. And his abs, oh my goood! Okay Isabella, resist the urge to run your hands along them, do not look at them, do not- "Isaac, did you hear me?" asks Phineas and he waves a hand in front of my face. I shake myself out of my thoughts and look at him dumbfounded.

"Excuse me what did you say?" I ask him. He gives me the hundredth weird face so long and chuckles.

"I said, it's the first day, we haven't got any homework yet." He says. I point to him.

"Right! You're absolutely right, I meant… I think I'll just take a shower in our room instead, it's much fresher. You know, no sweat, no sweaty guys…" I lower my voice to a mumble. "No naked guys…" he looks at me.

"What did you say?" he asks. I grin a toothy grin at him.

"Nothing! See ya later, I hope the lunch is great, I don't feel so very hungry today, I'll just… eat something later, okay? Yeah, see ya!" I rush out of the room, but I bump into someone. I look at the unknown guy.

"Oh I'm sorry I… oh shit." I lower my gaze and my eyes widen at his entirely exposed body and I squeak, then I rush out of the room quicker than lightning.

Gym class, Isabella. Twice a week every Monday and Thursday before lunch, and you have to shower after it, every time. Well, no lunch for me on those days at the rest of the year, I guess.

Oh, poor Isabella. She gets into some awkward situations I'm afraid. Stay tuned for the next chapter and don't forget to review!