The STD Trace

3. Playing With Balls, Literally

High school for me isn't like those silly sitcoms or the awesome Degrassi where shit happens like every day. Honestly, high school sucks. The movies don't quite get a normal school's perspective. The greatest thing to ever happen to my school has been this Chlamydia outbreak. Other than that, school is boring.

Another thing is gym. How horrible can it be, right? Gym is invented to make the non-athletic people of the school suffer. It is seriously designed to make one period of my day even worse than all the rest of them. I mean, Algebra is already killer, how much can a person take? That's right, one period where you have to dress out in stupid shorts and a gray T-Shirt and run around until you puke. At my school, we don't even play dodge ball, and trust me; I'd much rather play dodge ball. I put my hair up in a bun and stepped into the disgusting gym.

"Alright you pansies, let's set up a net. We're playing volleyball today." Coach Shingleton clapped her hands together, blowing her whistle.

Everyone groaned and I rolled my eyes. Great, balls flying in the air at me, fabulous. I don't even know how to spike the ball. I sighed. Okay, I can do this. All I have to do is pretend to play and get credit for it, that's it. No big deal, right?

I spoke to soon. Ashley and her little gym mafia AKA gymfia came in with skanky tight shorts and short gray tank tops, their usual attire. I think it's funny how they still manage to look cute while being in PE. It always amazes me. If only I could be more like them— oh my God, what am I saying?

"What are you looking at?" Ashley growled at me from across the gym. Annoyed, I turned away. I was spaced out, jeez!

"If I hadn't already used my Call Me Maybe joke with Cole last night, I'd use it right now," I snapped back at her.

Her lip curled at the mention of Cole and she turned away. Her gymfia patted her arm in sympathy. They are the gymfia because after gym class... they are dead to her. Ashley only hangs out with Cole, Anna, and Bryson at all times. Hello, Double A's and plus, she's too cool to hang with those wannabes.

The loser overachiever kids struggled over with the volleyball net, commencing to set it up. After a while, Coach Shingleton got annoyed and then huffed over to fix it herself. The gymfia laughed together, flipping their hair, checking their nails, and just talking shit about anything and everyone.

How am I going to get Ashley to tell me who she slept with? I think she'll kill me for even walking up to her. Honestly— I won't ever admit this—I am actually pretty scared of her. Come on, the girl is gorgeous! Her red hair blazes down her back, her eyes an emerald green, her skin milk white, her wardrobe so fancy you'll swear she is on the cover of Cosmo and there is never a day that she doesn't have people following her around. The girl is a celebrity. She isn't as popular as Christina—the most popular girl in the school—but she is sure as hell close. How do I stay levelheaded with a girl like that?

"Okay, here is what is going to go down. Ashley and Kimberly, pick teams. After that, we are going to flip a coin for who serves first and who picks what side of the net. Then, we will play. Is that simple enough or do we need to dumb it down?" Coach Shingleton adjusted her sunglasses. Bad hangover much?

How insulting is it for her to assume that we are all a pack of dweebs who don't understand simple rules? Not only that, but Ashley and Kimberly get to pick teams, why? Also, who wears sunglasses indoors? The coach blew her whistle, making me jump out of my pants. Ashley and Kim took a step in front of everyone. Kim started to speak and Ashley sent her a glare.