"This sucks ass"
Mia laughed at her friend, commenting, "Letty, you love gym"
"Loved, Mia, Past tense. I loved gym when I had a good gym partner." Letty explained, shutting her locker and starting down the hall with her friend.
"I was never good in gym." the pretty freshman admitted.
"Hey, I never said you were good at sports. You're just a better partner then the rest of the girls in that class. Plus, we're doing volleyball today with the guys. Why'd you have to switch gyms again?" the latino girl asked for the hundredth time.
"I told you. I had to make time for Spanish. That was the only time there was space in a class for another student. Look, I gotta go. You'll be fine, I swear. See you after school. And Let, behave!" With that, Mia disppeared around the corner, leaving her friend to fend for herself.
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After changing into the school's gym uniform of green shorts and an orange tee, Letty entered the gym. The girls milled around in groups, gosipin and laughing at anothers expense. Letty hated these girls, and they hated her. Their painted nails and their made-up faces meant nothing to her. Her nails were still dirty from shop class and the only makeup she wore was when Mia put it on her in her sleep. Her long dark hair was, as usual, pulled back in a hair band, a few strands too short ended up hanging around her face.
When the guys came in the girls quickly made their attack, picking teams for the inevitable, yearly co-ed volleyball games. The teachers stood back what they must have figured was a safe distance as the girls coerced the boys onto their teams. The hottest, most athletic boys went first. Then the rest.
Letty stood back, by herself, waiting to see who she got stuck with. Mia's absense left her isolated.
Dom, however, didn't have the same problem. The muscular senior had girls around him, practically begging to be on his team. The guys, who kept score and who actually cared about winning (unlike most of the girls), weren't much better. Everyone wanted to be on a team with the great Dominic Toretto.
Yet, despite this, Dom happened to notice Letty alone. So far his team consisted of two football jerks and a cheerleader with too blonde to be natural. Ignoring a pretty blonde beside him, Dom walked over to Letty.
"Mia switched classes, right?" he asked.
Letty shrugged but gave a small nod, "Yeah"
"Well come on then! We don't have all day here Let. Get your ass over to my court. We've got an open spot and if you're as good as that big head of yours has made you believe then you better come help me win." Dominic acted like pissed, like she should have already known that he'd want her on his team, but she knew it was an act. He was just messing with her, like always. Making it look like he wasn't helping her out, when really, she was so relieved that he had.
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"What the hell's your problem!" Letty demanded, approaching the volleyball net. The object of her rage was Missy Reigner, a Lawson High Varsity Volleyball player. It was the last period of the day, and Letty was back in the gym, making up yet another class that she'd missed due to absenteism.
The blonde haired, blue eyed senior looked down her nose at the furious sophmore, sneering, "It's just a game Leticia. It's not my fault if you can't hit the ball"
"That's a load of fucking bullshit! You spiked it at my face! Again!" the angry black haired girl flung back.
By now their voices were rising, and people were starting to turn around to see what was going on. The gym teacher looked over, not yet realizing what all was happening.
"So? What are you going to do, beat me with a wrench"
The laugh that was expected to follow after the sarcastic suggestion never came. There wasn't time. Within seconds Letty had ducked under the net and flew into her opponent, fists flying. Girls started to scream and a circle was formed around the pair.
The gym coach would soon seperate them, Letty would get sent home, possibly a day's suspension. Always the same. When asked later about the fight, Letty wouldn't remember much. Everything past that first hit was always a blur. -
A.N.-Just a quick little bit of a story I wrote long ago, much more on the way and already written so it'll be up fast. Let me know what you think!
Mia laughed at her friend, commenting, "Letty, you love gym"
"Loved, Mia, Past tense. I loved gym when I had a good gym partner." Letty explained, shutting her locker and starting down the hall with her friend.
"I was never good in gym." the pretty freshman admitted.
"Hey, I never said you were good at sports. You're just a better partner then the rest of the girls in that class. Plus, we're doing volleyball today with the guys. Why'd you have to switch gyms again?" the latino girl asked for the hundredth time.
"I told you. I had to make time for Spanish. That was the only time there was space in a class for another student. Look, I gotta go. You'll be fine, I swear. See you after school. And Let, behave!" With that, Mia disppeared around the corner, leaving her friend to fend for herself.
-
After changing into the school's gym uniform of green shorts and an orange tee, Letty entered the gym. The girls milled around in groups, gosipin and laughing at anothers expense. Letty hated these girls, and they hated her. Their painted nails and their made-up faces meant nothing to her. Her nails were still dirty from shop class and the only makeup she wore was when Mia put it on her in her sleep. Her long dark hair was, as usual, pulled back in a hair band, a few strands too short ended up hanging around her face.
When the guys came in the girls quickly made their attack, picking teams for the inevitable, yearly co-ed volleyball games. The teachers stood back what they must have figured was a safe distance as the girls coerced the boys onto their teams. The hottest, most athletic boys went first. Then the rest.
Letty stood back, by herself, waiting to see who she got stuck with. Mia's absense left her isolated.
Dom, however, didn't have the same problem. The muscular senior had girls around him, practically begging to be on his team. The guys, who kept score and who actually cared about winning (unlike most of the girls), weren't much better. Everyone wanted to be on a team with the great Dominic Toretto.
Yet, despite this, Dom happened to notice Letty alone. So far his team consisted of two football jerks and a cheerleader with too blonde to be natural. Ignoring a pretty blonde beside him, Dom walked over to Letty.
"Mia switched classes, right?" he asked.
Letty shrugged but gave a small nod, "Yeah"
"Well come on then! We don't have all day here Let. Get your ass over to my court. We've got an open spot and if you're as good as that big head of yours has made you believe then you better come help me win." Dominic acted like pissed, like she should have already known that he'd want her on his team, but she knew it was an act. He was just messing with her, like always. Making it look like he wasn't helping her out, when really, she was so relieved that he had.
-
"What the hell's your problem!" Letty demanded, approaching the volleyball net. The object of her rage was Missy Reigner, a Lawson High Varsity Volleyball player. It was the last period of the day, and Letty was back in the gym, making up yet another class that she'd missed due to absenteism.
The blonde haired, blue eyed senior looked down her nose at the furious sophmore, sneering, "It's just a game Leticia. It's not my fault if you can't hit the ball"
"That's a load of fucking bullshit! You spiked it at my face! Again!" the angry black haired girl flung back.
By now their voices were rising, and people were starting to turn around to see what was going on. The gym teacher looked over, not yet realizing what all was happening.
"So? What are you going to do, beat me with a wrench"
The laugh that was expected to follow after the sarcastic suggestion never came. There wasn't time. Within seconds Letty had ducked under the net and flew into her opponent, fists flying. Girls started to scream and a circle was formed around the pair.
The gym coach would soon seperate them, Letty would get sent home, possibly a day's suspension. Always the same. When asked later about the fight, Letty wouldn't remember much. Everything past that first hit was always a blur. -
A.N.-Just a quick little bit of a story I wrote long ago, much more on the way and already written so it'll be up fast. Let me know what you think!