My next class was gym, so I know Cecily wouldn't be in my class. All I know is that I'm thankful, she won't have to see how horrible and clumsy I am at it.
I just hope that none of the Shadowhunters would be in my class as well.
I don't know whether we have gym uniforms or not, I wasn't informed, so I decided to wait in the gym until a student or a teacher comes around and see what they are wearing. I don't like gym, I have always had bad experiences in gym, mainly because I swear I've been cursed my whole entire life. It is rip-your-hair-out frustrating. I trip over every single thing in my way.
A student walks in wearing their normal clothes. Good, we probably don't have to change then.
I am about to go ask them until I realize who 'they' are. Will.
I just never land a break do I?
Of course I'd have to be with him in gym! Was there ever going to be another way?
Nope.
Of course he'd watch me inflict pain on others or myself in participating in activities that shouldn't be hard and yet they are.
Just before he can say anything, a teacher and Jem walk in.
Great, not just one Shadowhunter, but at least two.
And by the Angel if there's two, there's probably more.
In short, I was right. Soon after the other two boys santer in, about two minutes late. I hit my hand to my forehead. Why? Just why?
Luckily Jessamine and the other girls didn't show up too, just the boy Shadowhunters that I'll have to deal with.
"Class, we have a new student with us today, let's see what she's made of!" Mr. Lightwood yelled, getting hoots from everyone in the class besides the girl sitting right next to me.
"If he just could leave new students alone," she muttered to me. I see her face has a scar and wonder what happened, though I'm not rude enough to ask so.
"I'm the worst at gym, way too clumsy," I tell her while the teacher and the class made plans for my day in gym.
"I'm Sophie Collins," she introduces.
"Theresa Gray, but you can call me Tessa," I inform her. She nods and we sit there as I hear their suggestions for what I'm to do.
By the Angel! They want me to play with swords? What kind of gym class is this? Murder 101?
"No, we should have her fence us! Or even better, we should have her and Will have a face-off at knife throwing!" one of the Shadowhunters that I haven't been introduced to yet shouts to everyone.
The chorus of yeses that followed showed that everyone here, besides Sophie, didn't like me. Fine! Let them, I hate every single last one of those rich kids, wearing bracelets that cost a fortune only once.
"She is right here!" I shout at them. "Do whatever you want, but you aren't to talk about me as if I'm not here!"
All heads turn to me. The teacher looked about ready strangle me.
"Who gave you the permission to speak, Miss Gray?" he asked me, carefully.
"Everyone else was speaking, I didn't know everyone discluded me," I fire back.
"Sons, did we give her permission to speak?" Mr. Lightwood asked his children, though I had no idea who they were.
"No," two boys chorused together, the two Shadowhunters I didn't know.
Oh, by the Angel!
"Gideon and Gabriel, have you met Miss. Gray yet?" Mr. Lightwood, their dad asked them.
"Not really," one of them replied, I have no idea which one of them answered, Gideon or Gabriel.
"Gideon is right, we haven't met her yet, but Will and Jem have," the other one replied, which, I'm assuming is Gabriel.
"Yeah," Will and Jem added.
I clench my fists in anger. This would not be a good year. I want to go home, to my friends.
I remind myself to keep Clary's redhead temper, Isabelle's bad buttness, Alec's courage, Magnus's obsession with glitter, Simon's smartness, and Jace's sarcasm and I'd survive.
"Again, I'm right here," I remind them.
"We were having a private Shadowhunter discussion," Mr. Lightworm said. Excuse me, Mr. Lightwood.
"Not that private, since I can hear everything you are saying," I inform him, though I know that he knows this.
Jem started laughing. Gabriel, Will, and Gideon all scowled and glared at him. I smirked at them.
"What's so funny, Jem?" Will asked Jem, challenging him.
"Nothing, Will, just nothing," Jem replied and went back to a scowling look like the rest of them.
"I suggest you learn to keep that temper under control, or you're going to have a tough year," Mr. Lightworm warned me. I smile.
I refuse to not stand up for myself.
I refuse to let them take away all the traits I have gotten from my friends.
I refuse to give the biggest part of me up.
"Is there a reason you're smiling, Miss Gray?" Gabriel asked me. All heads turn to Gabriel and back to me.
"None that you would understand," I reply sweetly, with a smile.
"All right, let's get to work, Miss Gray, please grab a knife," Mr. Lightworm instructs me. I grab one that he points at.
I flip it over and over in my hand.
I knew it.
This is Murder 101.
Will goes over and grabs a knife as well, and now there is two spots missing the knives that they were once holding.
He stands at the ten feet line away from a target that was like one that you would practice archery on.
He brings his arm back and releases. It sticks at the line between the dead middle and the outer ring of it.
He smiles to say, 'good luck, loser.'
Not today.
Lucky for me, Jace, Clary, Alec, Isabelle and I had made it a game for us to throw knives at smaller and more far away targets than this. I always hit it straight in the middle, making me the winner every time, and making them to invite me less and less.
It might serve me well today.
I clutch my knife and go to stand where Will was once standing, just a mere six seconds ago. I release my breath that I was holding and bring my arm back.
One, two, three, four. I released the knife and it went cutting through the air. With a bang it hit the target, right smack in the middle, crowning me the winner.
Silence erupted, as everyone inspected the knife in the middle of the target.
Compared to Will's at the outer of the middle of the target.