Sergeant

Surprisingly, second and third period went by pretty smoothly; aside from the varying degrees of stomach pain, that is.

Fourth period is gym.

"God I hate this fucking class," Lauren sighs, picking at her nails and I laugh in agreement.

Let me explain something.

I'm am going to make it as clear as I possibly can.

You don't understand the meaning of the phrase 'death wish' until you've had this particular fourth period gym.

Let me spell it out.

Caius Volturi is the gym teacher, though from how seriously he takes his job you would think he's a drill sergeant. A warm up to him is a five minute mile, and stretches are advanced yoga.

Game.

Is.

War.

The only good thing about him is that he's not treating me differently just because I'm going to meet my mate today.

Even without him, though, fourth period would suck; mainly due to three people.

Emmett McCarty.

Edward Masen.

And Jasper Whitlock.

Each one of them can be characterized as, 'That guy who is under the impression that gym class is Olympic training'.

I can't even tell you how many times I've gotten into screaming matches with them over me dropping or missing a ball.

Assholes.

And not only are they assholes, but they are also asses.

Just in case you don't know the difference: An asshole is a person who is mean to others without being provoked - a bully if you will. An ass, on the other hand, is a person who consistently makes a fool out of themself while trying to make others laugh.

Thankfully, I get a few minutes of the period without their presence, as they always take their sweet time in the locker rooms.

Which I'm staring at right now as I'm seated in my quad.

"What do you think we're going to do today?" Lauren asks.

I shrug, "Something that should be illegal for a Junior gym class teacher to make us do."

"Like every other day," she replies.

We wave to Angela when we see her walk out of the locker room.

She takes her sweet time, too, but it's okay for her to take her time because her arm is broken.

Sergeant Volturi doesn't care; he's seen men who don't even have arms take down opponents.

"Move along, Angela; I don't have all day," he snaps at her as she walks past him, causing her to blush and quicken her pace.

"Psycho," I say.

"Douche," Lauren agrees.

Angela sits down next to me and I rub her arm. "Can you imagine what he's like when he's angry?" I ask.

"He's only going to get worse and worse throughout the year, too," she replies.

Our conversation dies as the boys locker room door opens.

Everyone except for three people are out here.

And they always make a difference.

Jasper Hale comes running out, his head turned so he's looking back the door he just came through.

Nothing good can come of this.

I turn away so that I don't have to watch what's coming.

"Give it to me, Edward!" Jasper exclaims, trying to mimic a moaning girl.

Both Angela's and Lauren's eyes widen, but before I can turn to see what they're looking at something slams into my head.

Hard.

I see stars.

A/N: I know I don't have to remind you to review . . . I just want to let you know that if I get ten reviews tonight, combined from these past two chapters, I'll post another chapter tonight.

And you know that I know that you know that I know that you want to see what happens when she and Edward are face to face.

;)

~ Madison ~