Hey guys! I'm back at it again with a Link's Harem chapter! (If you got that reference, you've been on the Internet too much XP). I had a lot of fun writing this one, because most of the things Ilia says about PE in this chapter are basically my personal thoughts just tweaked a bit hahaha. I hope you enjoy!

~Aryll Jaynn

PS: If you don't know what a discus is, it's basically a metal disc that you throw for Track and Field events...it'll make sense later...

Chapter Three: Ilia

I panted as we continued our ridiculously long mile run, my forehead beaded with sweat and my heart heaving heavily from all the movement. My blue, red, and green PE uniform shirt clung to me unflatteringly and the white shorts were just too hideous to look down at.

Dear goddesses of Hyrule, I hate PE. It's the worst class ever. What's even worse is that I'm the slowest person in the class! For the life of me, I can't run. I have zero tolerance and stamina. Now, if we could do horseback riding in PE, I'd be the best at it. Trust me, I've been riding horses since I was really little. And I'm pretty good at it, too. The school board really needs some sense knocked into it.

My friend, Nabooru, sent me a sly smirk over her shoulder as I slowly jogged behind her, her golden eyes glistening mercilessly.

Nabooru's really pretty. She has a very slender, athletic build and a gorgeous tan...much more compelling than my peachy complexion. And her hair, like most Gerudo, is vibrant red, and compliments her golden eyes very well. I often find myself telling her how jealous I am of her, but she always rolls her eyes and says, Come on, Lia. Your eyes are so irresistible! I would kill to have those.

But that's the thing! The only thing I find attractive about myself are my eyes (they're a mix between forest and emerald green)...and that's about it. I'm definitely not gifted in the 'nice body' department, given my abhorrence of exercise...and it's not like my hair is that amazing...It's a dirty-blonde pixie cut that lingers a few inches from my neck, and...ugh...

"Come on, Ilia! You've gotta push yourself a little!" Nabooru called, shaking away my thoughts.

I grimaced as she kept running undisturbed. Goddesses damn Nabooru and her athletic ability...But she's the only friend I have in this class, so...

"I—gasp—can't!" I panted, barely able to get words out.

She laughed a bit. "You're lucky I'm willing to run slower just so you're not alone. I'd be getting six minutes instead of a twelve!"

"Well...thanks?"

"You owe me."

We finally finished after what seemed like forever, and I basically collapsed on the turf, not really caring that everyone else was already done long before me.

"Alright, guys," said our teacher, Mr. Rosso. He gave me a dirty look before continuing, "Now that we're all done, let's go ahead and grab our discuses!"

He sort of shouted that last part. Mr. Rosso was like that. He was big and loud, and a bit annoyed towards slow people like me. Maybe I should just take dance next year and save us both from suffering.

We got up quickly and grabbed our discus-thingys (those weird metal frisbees that people in Track and Field use...Seriously, what's the point of throwing them anyway? I don't even care.). Then we lined up on the field and got ready to start the lesson.

"I seriously don't understand the point of this." I said icily to Nabooru as Mr. Rosso led us through one of the throws. "It's stupid and dangerous!"

"I agree," she said, flipping her long, red ponytail over her shoulder. "I think we should do archery. At least that's useful."

"We should do horseback riding too."

Mr. Rosso shushed us all, and he picked up one of the discuses and stood facing us.

"Okay, now here's the throw that throws people off all the time," he deadpanned. No one laughed.

He cleared his throat. "Now, uh, truth be told, I am not too good at this one, so I've asked our new student here to teach us all how to do this throw. He was on the Track team back at his old school, so he knows better than me how to properly execute this technique."

Nabooru and I exchanged glances. New student? Since when did we get a new student?

Mr. Rosso gestured somewhere towards the opposite end of the line of students from where Nabooru and I were, and said, "Mr. Smith, if you would come up and introduce yourself please."

We watched as this new guy walked up with a huge smile on his face, stopping to stand next to Mr. Rosso and looking very small in comparison to our PE teacher.

"Hi, everyone, I'm Link," he said, smiling gently towards all of us. I could hear a few girls squealing. Even Nabooru raised an eyebrow.

"Damn. He's kinda cute, don't you think?" she whispered as the new guy started talking us through the throw we were about to do.

I shrugged. I couldn't really seem him too properly from where we were standing. "No one who does Track and Field willingly is cute in my book." I stated.

Nabooru snickered. After the Link kid was done talking, Mr. Rosso shouted (well, for him it was just his regular voice), "All right! Get to it! Let's see those throws!"

Obviously, I hadn't been paying attention, so I had no idea how in hell I was supposed to do the throw. Nabooru, being Nabooru, was able to get the hang of it almost immediately.

I rolled my eyes. "Care to assist me?"

"Just hold it so that your hand is on top of it and then use your legs to get yourself some momentum so that it goes farther." she said.

"Um, in English please?"

"Good job, Miss Fazluna!" Mr. Rosso said as he walked over to us, referring to Nabooru, "Miss Hart, try again!"

Obviously, he was referring to me the second time. "Mr. Rosso, I don't think I get it. Can you please explain it to me?"

"You should've been paying attention!" he said, looking pissed off.

I sighed, frustrated.

"I can help her out, Mr. Rosso," a voice called.

We both turned and saw Link, the new kid, standing there with the same gentle smile fixed upon his face.

Mr. Rosso nodded. "Okay. Miss Hart, I expect you pay attention this time. This will be on our next skills assessment."

I nodded, breathing a sigh of relief as he walked away. What a jerk.

"What do you seem to be having trouble with?" Link asked, looking at me. His sky blue eyes twinkled.

I blinked. "Oh! Um...kind of, uh, how to hold it, I guess?"

Well. Didn't that sound intelligent.

He laughed. "Yeah, that takes a bit of practice. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it though."

He took his own discus and demonstrated how to hold it correctly. "You don't have to put too much effort into keeping it in your grasp. Just let it fall naturally. When you're getting ready to throw and you swing it fast enough, it'll stay in your hand."

"What if it falls on my foot?!" I asked, slightly terrified. "This thing is like an overweight frisbee!"

He chuckled. "That's exactly what I thought when I first heard about this sport! But don't worry, I won't let that happen. Now, can you try it out?"

I nodded grudgingly and sighed. I put the stupid discus in my hand and shuddered at the thought of it falling on my foot...

Don't worry, I won't let that happen. Link's words echoed in my head, as well as his sky blue eyes...and his golden hair...

Woah, cool it with the creeper thoughts, Lia. He's standing right there!

"Great! Now we need to work on your form."

"Huh? Oh, right." I said stupidly, sort of gawking at him. You know what? Nabooru was right...Link was kinda cute...

My eyes widened as I felt him gently take my hand, which was still holding the discus, and walk behind me so that we were standing really close. I felt my face heat up a great amount, and I prayed that no one could see us...

Luckily everyone seemed preoccupied with their own discus throwing.

"Okey dokey," he said. "So, keep one hand here,"-he took my left hand and placed it further away from my side- "and now just swing this hand until you feel like you have enough momentum."

And he proceeded to guide my arms through the movement slowly. I should've been paying attention to what he was saying, but how could I when my face was all red and my heart was pounding louder than Mr. Rosso's voice?! All I could feel was the warmth of his hands on mine...

"You got it?" came his voice from behind me.

"Uh..." I stuttered. "Yeah, I think..."

"Great!"

He let go of my hands and walked back in front of me, smiling. I really hoped he couldn't see me blushing...

He cleared his throat. "Oh, sorry if that was weird...It's how we teach everyone how to do the throw. It's easier to learn once you've been through the correct movements at least once."

Please teach me again...

I shook my head, laughing nervously. "Oh, no! That's completely fine! Not weird at all, hahaha, it makes a lot of sense, actually, I mean, um, yeah! Great! Thanks for your help! You're really cute! I mean good! You're really good."

ILIAAA. I screamed mentally.

Thankfully, he laughed. "No problem. Keep trying on your own, okay?"

"O...kay.." I stammered.

"By the way, your eyes remind me of the forest. They're a really unique color." he said, grinning, right before walking away.

I didn't answer. I simply blinked, and my heart was about to explode from joy.

Oh, my Farore...Was any of that actually real?

When Mr. Rosso blew the whistle at the end of class, I was dazed as Nabooru and I walked back to the locker rooms to change.

"You okay, Lia? You seem kind of out of it." she remarked casually after we'd changed back into our regular clothes.

I sighed as I zipped up my light blue sweater.

"I think I like PE now."

Nabooru's last name is 'Fazluna' because it means "desert flower" so I thought that suited her pretty well ^^

Thanks to everyone who's followed, favorited and reviewed, it means a lot to me! I hope you guys liked this chapter, it's definitely my favorite so far (even though I don't ship LinkxIlia as much as some other ships...). Please let me know what you think and who I should write next! As I said, I'm saving Zelda for last, but feel free to request any other ideas you might have. Until next time!

Also, the PE uniforms are blue, red, and green for a particular reason, can you guess what it is? :)