Prompt: Carla - "Most of all, I'm looking for the real thing and you're nothing but a little boy who's not used to being told 'no'. So there's a bunch of reasons. Pick your favorite." - 'Scrubs'
I hated gym class. I wasn't good at most sports and getting chosen last for a team almost every time was humiliating. To top it off, I didn't feel safe in the locker rooms, even though I had managed to find a locker away from everyone else in my gym class. At least it made changing for class a little less awkward for everyone involved.
However, it also made me feel vulnerable. A feeling that increased as I heard footsteps walking down the row toward me. Pulling the McKinley PE T-shirt quickly over my head, I glanced quickly in the direction of footsteps. My worst fears were confirmed as I saw Karofsky making his way toward me. After he kissed me in the locker room yesterday I was more scared of him than ever.
"Go away," I said, trying to keep my voice from wavering but not succeeding.
"You know you enjoyed that kiss Hummel," Karofsky whispered, as he came to a stop behind me.
"Not hardly. Like I said you're not my type."
"Why not?"
I hesitated answering unsure if I wanted to make him angrier. Then deciding I really had nothing to lose I replied. "Like I said yesterday, your overweight and sweat too much. You're a bully who hides behind those actions because you don't want to face the truth. You don't want to face your fears. You don't want people to really know who you are. So pick your favorite reason, but I still don't want you near me."
Karofsky reached out and grabbed my chin in his hand, turning my face toward him. I felt my breath catch as I froze, to scared to try to move away. Not that I had far to run anyway, what with a wall behind me.
"I'm not scared of anything," Karofsky told me.
"Then kiss me in front of other people," I told him, the words showing more bravado than I really felt.
"Let's go boys. Anyone not out here in two minutes will be doing laps," Coach Beiste called into the locker room from the gymnasium.
"Don't tell anyone Hummel. I'm warning you," Karofsky said menacingly as he walked away.
Alone again I sank down on the bench. Running laps by myself didn't seem like such a punishment right now. At least I wouldn't have to face Karosky right away.