Off to Gym

After a few classes in your day, it finally came: the last period of the day, gym. Having gym at the end of school was the best time for it since it meant that you didn't have to be worried about being covered in sweat for the rest of your school day; it was just gym to your bus or car and straight home to have a relaxing shower if you so chose. Though on today of all days, you weren't too excited; in fact, you were just wondering if your body was even going to keep itself together for it. With the amount of **** you've faced today, you wouldn't be surprised if your body fell apart while exerting yourself. Especially since you already got a sneak preview of what the activity you'll be engaging in is, dodgeball.

Stepping into the gymnasium, you could see students walking in and out of the locker rooms. There weren't too many people in the main area, so either you were there early or most of the other students were busy changing or hanging out in the locker room. Taking a quick glance toward the bleachers, you noticed that Amy had already arrived, having taken a seat next to Hateya, who looked rather out of focus—or, no, not out of focus—it was as if she had honed in on something. Trailing her eyes, it seemed that her gaze was concentrated on the men's locker room door. She was probably just being a pervert, if you had to guess.

As you walked further in, you saw Amy wave over to you, calling out to you something that was inaudible to you from the distance you were at. She probably wanted you to come over to talk to her, but you had the whole period to do that. Right now, you were just going to get changed. You gave a small wave toward Amy before heading into the men's locker room, feeling Hateya's gaze on your back for a brief moment as you entered.

Stepping into the locker room was the same as always; it was still a rather dimly lit room with blue tiles composing the floor and walls of the room. The smell of body spray, probably used by the students from the previous period, hit your nose like a truck; you would've gagged if you weren't already four years experienced with that scent. It was probably better than the smell of sweaty balls that would normally fill the air in a room. There were a bunch of half-naked guys in the locker room, which was to be expected, though there were some people that were fully dressed, either being those that had just entered like you, were about to leave since they were finished, or were just chatting it out with their dear chum. Either way, half naked men, hell yeah!

You walked over to your locker, pushing yourself past a shirtless jock who was talking to one of his less athletic-looking friends in order to reach it. Like the lockers in the hallway, the locker room lockers had their locks built into them, though the locker itself was grey in colour rather than the usual blue that the ones in the hallways had. You placed your thumb, index, and middle finger onto the dial and began to twist it to put in your combination. After entering the combination to open it, the clasped the handle and pressed it upward, swinging your locker just wide enough you to reach and grab your stuff.

First things first would be your gym sneakers. In all honesty, you rarely used these things for the actual class, usually just sticking with your regular pair, especially given the timing of your class. But, given the circumstances of today, you lack sneakers due to a certain thief hiding in this school, so you'll have to use your extra pair. You're just happy you had them since you needed them to even participate in the gym. Though it just occurred to you that you probably could've grabbed them earlier in the day rather than walking around in your socks for nearly the entirety of the day, but whatever, there's nothing you can do now.

With a roll of your eyes directed toward yourself, you placed your sneaker down onto the floor before pulling out the bag containing the rest of your clothes. It was a pair of basic black shorts and a white t-shirt; there was no need for style for a class like this, despite Gabriel's protests. Honestly, you were surprised that your little thief hadn't taken these as well. Guess there were perks to leaving stuff inside your locker rather than keeping it on you at all times. You grabbed the shirt that you were currently wearing and slipped it off before throwing it into your locker. You then moved onto your pants, grabbing the waistband and pulling them down your ankles before stepping out of them. Like your shirt, you tossed the garment into the gym locker. With you now standing in just your socks and blue and yellow stripped boxers, it was time for you to put on your gym attire.

You began to reach into your bag when you suddenly felt a chill run down your spine, goosebumps running down your bare skin as the fine hairs across it began to stand, and your heart beat ever so faster than before. If it weren't for your rapid heart rate, you would've mistaken this feeling for just being cold—that a breeze had just run by. But this feeling was familiar—one that you had encountered earlier today. It was fear, this primal instinct of fear; you had felt this earlier when you were in the library with Kallaicone, Alice, and ....

"Ah, so I share this class with you as well." A voice called out to you. You could recognize its owner immediately, just hearing that thick accent on it. You whipped you head body quicker than you ever have before in your life, your eyes falling onto another pair. Those damn creepy eyes. Like an abstract piece of art, those eyes changed shape as they starred you down. Their red gaze piercing through your body once more. It was Miyamoto.

Some of the other boys in the locker room had turned over to face the Japanese student upon hearing a feminine voice speak up from within the locker room. You could see a couple blushes creeping up their faces upon seeing the Japanese student in an undressed state, a white sarashi wrapped around their chest, and these purple boxers with cartoon eyeballs all over them. You pulled your bag close to your chest in some vain attempt to hide your body from sight. "You can't be in here!" You shouted.

The Japanese student cocked their head to the side. "And why is that?" They asked, their smile not leaving their face even if shifted slightly. Why couldn't she be in here? Obviously cause... Cause she wasn't a she, instead they- he, he was a boy, which meant he could in fact be in here, even if his appearance was quite feminine. Given the fact that he was gender fluid, wouldn't that mean he had access to both the boy and girl locker room?

"Um, cause...Cause..." You tried to find the right words to say in order to save yourself from looking like a bigot. "Cause...You're short!" You shouted, pointing toward the Japanese boy in an almost accusatory manner, which got you some confused looks from the other men in the room. If they didn't know who Miyamoto was, they're probably beyond confused right now.

Upon calling the red-eyed boy out for his height, his smile dropped to a more neutral expression. "There's no need to insult others like that." Miyamoto expressed, a slight bit of displeasure in his voice before returning to smiling. Looks like he wasn't a fan of being called short, can't blame him since his stature is rather pathetic. He probably stood around a hundred fifty-nine centimeters, meaning he stood somewhere between Nicole and Mónica in terms of height.

"So, what are you doing?" You asked, wanting to change subject after having accidentally insulted the boy.

Miyamoto gave you a confused look, though his smile still remained on his face. "Is that not obvious?" He stated. You glanced down to their hands to see them holding a black pair of shorts and shirt that were balled up in their grip.

"Well, yeah, I know you're here to get changed. But you aren't doing that right now; you're just walking around right now." You clarified, sweat starting to run down your forehead, probably as a result of having a prolonged interaction with Miyamoto. Geez, your body was acting like you were staring down a moose or something.

Miyamoto's closed-mouth smile grew larger. "Simple, I decided to inspect the colours in the room. There were some pretty nice-looking ones taking form when they saw me walking by." The Japanese boy explained, spreading their arm out wide to gesture the entirety of the locker room. Several heads perked up upon hearing Miyamoto say 'inspect' and 'nice-looking'. Several men in the room then proceeded to flex their muscles, posing them in a way to show off their bodies to what they believed was a cute, albeit creepy, Asian girl. Some of the other boys either ignored the rest or became meek, hiding themselves from Miyamoto's view. You personally found yourself joining the flexing crowd on instinct, dropping your bag of clothes to the ground in the process.

Miyamoto let out a cute giggle, covering his mouth with his free hand. "Well, well, those are some interesting colours being displayed." The Japanese boy stated as his creepy eyes scanned the room. "But there isn't a need for that." He waved his hand, motioning over to the flex group students in the locker room. "There isn't much for me to see, that is."

Several heads dropped down in disappointment, and many of the other men slowly and awkwardly dropped out of their poses. You visibly winced over your body, being referred to as something that 'isn't much to see'. Perhaps you weren't the most athletic person out there, but you had to be at least something worth considering. Who was insulting who now? Honestly, what he said was worth fighting over. He identified as a boy, so you wouldn't get too much scorn if you fought him, right? Though then again... You gave Miyamoto's body a look-down. He was pretty muscular. Those shoulders, forearms, abs, and calves had quite a lot of definition to them, and the rest of his body had a nice physique to it as well. In all honesty, despite his short stature, you didn't have too much confidence in fighting him. It's a bit weird for him to be so muscular; wasn't he supposed to be an artist?

As you continued to look the Japanese student up and down, your eyes fell upon his chest, focusing on the breasts that remained hidden behind his sarashi. While you knew the cotton wraps could be used as chest binders, were they really needed? His breast size looked small as is; you could barely even see any lumps on his chest with the sarashi on. "I do appreciate being a subject of interest of yours, but I do ask, have some tact." Miyamoto suddenly spoke up, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You let out an obnoxiously loud sheepish laugh as you averted your eye to the ceiling and began to rub the back of your head. "It's not like that, I swear." You attempted to defend yourself. In all honesty, your gaze hadn't been lustful, though it's still rather rude to stare at woman- another person's chest.

"It's fine, it's fine." Miyamoto waved a hand in front of his face. "I guess they can be rather distracting."

Distracting? Yeah, maybe, sort of in this weird way. You guess the lack of something was just as noticeable as there being an overabundance of it. "Yeah, I suppose so..." you replied, not being exactly sure what else to say at the moment.

"Yes, they're a bit too big for my liking." Miyamoto responded while patting his chest. He found them to be too big? What the hell type of delusion is— oh, body dysphoria. Jeremy went through similar issues during middle school and early high school. Honestly, growing up with him, you thought he was just one of those tomboy skater girls, but it turns out he had more interest in being a skater boy. Baggy clothing is his staple since it hides the body well, and he constantly asks if his chest still looks too big to you despite having had a top surgery. Suppose that's what Miyamoto is dealing with currently. Though his breast size is already naturally small, so to you, this feels like he's won the lottery and is still complaining. Then again, it is his body, so who are you to judge how he feels about it personally.

"Just get dressed already." You muttered, wanting to end this awkward conversation with Miyamoto, giving his body one last glance and noticing a rather old-looking scar on the upper half of his abdomen. Another one who has a scar. Han had a small one over his eyebrow, Menna had a disformed foot, if that counts, Zacharie was covered head-to-toe with them, and Yolotli had one on her lower jaw. And now Miyamoto has this decent-sized one, looking as if someone had... You don't know, uh, rammed a knife through his pancreas or someshit.

You turned your attention away from the Japanese boy and grabbed the bag of clothes you had dropped to the ground. Pulling out the clothes that were contained inside, you finally began to get dressed, doing your best to ignore Miyamoto staring at you. God, you hated those goddamn eyes.

You exited the locker room and hurried over to meet up with Amy. She was wearing a purple shirt with a Foo Fighters logo on it and a pair of orange running shorts, neither article of clothing leaving much to the imagination. "What took you so long? Trying to start another orgy in the boys locker room?" Amy teased with a wink.

"Y-You weren't supposed to know about that." You responded with genuine surprise your voice.

"...What?" Amy replied back, a look of concern spreading onto her face, having not expected a somewhat serious answer to a joke she cracked.

"What?..." You asked, attempting to act innocent, which only resulted in Amy narrowing her eyes at you. She never liked it when others kept things from her, especially the juicy bits. She wasn't going to let you escape this; you hope that someone will conveniently save you from the most embarrassing interrogation you could ever face.

"People do weird stuff in the locker rooms all the time. I wouldn't put it past Sam to have done something weird in them as well." Someone to your left spoke up. That being Hateya, whose eyes were still locked onto the boys locker room door. She was wearing a grey tank top with a black long-sleeved undershirt beneath it. The undershirt was a long collar that kept her neck covered and had a small foot-shaped logo embroider in it. The Native American girl wore a pair of black sweat pants that had the left leg rolled up to her knee. Her normal pair of glasses were exchanged for a pair of red and black sports glasses.

You were kind of hoping for a change of subject here, not someone digging your grave even further. No wait, you can turn this around on her. "Is that an admission of guilt?" You accused in an endeavor to get the heat off of you.

Hateya's mouth went partially agape as you glanced away from the boy's locker room and toward you, then over to her teammate Marissa Claymore from the swim team, then over to the girl's locker room, and then back to you again. "...U.S. law dictates that I am not **** to answer any question I don't wish to answer." Hateya answered, avoiding the question entirely, but you could tell she was guilty as hell.

Amy began to obnoxiously snicker while you placed your hand on your hip and smirked at the scientist. The Native American girl started to slouch as beads of sweat raced down Hateya's forehead. It was now her time to escape this unwanted spotlight and change the subject away from sex in the locker rooms. You could see the gears turning in that immense brain of hers as she tried to think of a new subject; conversation was never her strong point. Eventually, Hateya spoke up once more. "What do you think of the new students?" She asked, having managed to think of a new topic.

You were a bit taken aback by the question, but in all honesty, it was a pretty good one to ask. "What do I think of them?" You repeated the questions, a grimace appearing on your face. In all honesty, some of them were alright, but for the most part they were a group of freaks, though you suppose that meant they fit right in with the rest of this school given how many weirdos attend it, though they felt like a step above the rest, especially with the way they kind of did whatever the hell they wanted. "Bunch of freaks who need a leash put on them. So, nothing strange for this school." You answered.

Hateya let out a small hum as she looked off in the distance. "Nothing else? They don't make you feel a certain way?" She asked, turning to you again.

Feel? Where the hell did that come from. You suppose you thought they were all pretty hot but like hell were ever going to admit that in front of Amy. "I feel like I already answered that, don't really know how much depth you want me to go into here." A wry smile slipped onto your face as you attempted to avoid the question.

"Are you sure? When first met any of them, you didn't feel different...or perhaps familiarly, you know what I'm talking about?" She continued to question you, leaning in closer to your face. You began you back up, ending up accidentally laying against Amy's body as a result of trying to get away from Hateya. What the hell was this woman going on about?

You began to rapidly tap Amy on her left shoulder, as if you were asking her to tag in, which she obliged. "So, what do you think of them?" Amy inquired, sliding past you. Hateya was kind of creeping you out; maybe you should leave Amy to deal with her until she cools down.

Hateya averted her eyes to the ground before placing a hand over her stomach. "I think they're special." Hateya answered, gripping her abdomen tightly as if she were feeling pain in the area. Amy raised a brow over Hateya's demeanor. The scientist hadn't been very confident in her answer, which was incredibly rare. "It's a...hunch?" Hateya clarified, though she didn't sound too sure of the response, her grip tightening even further. "I suppose that isn't very logical of me, but that's just how I feel." Hateya huffed, a weak smile appearing on her face.

Amy blankly stared at Hateya for a bit, not too sure what to make of what she said. The funlover chewed on the inside of her cheek a bit as she found herself deep in thought. Seconds ticked by before Amy's eyes suddenly filled themselves with energy again. "Aha!" She shouted while snapping her fingers in the process, startling Hateya, who hadn't been expecting Amy to suddenly shout like that. "I get it! You want one of the new guys to dick you down, don't you?" Amy teased, grinning wider than ever before.

Hateya, in response, gave Amy a blank look. "I wouldn't be against it, but this feeling I have is far more than a form of sexual attraction." The Native American scientist stated, releasing her grip from her stomach.

"Aw, you're no fun." Amy pouted, crossing her arms over her ample chest. Her attempts to embarrass Hateya weren't effective due to her bluntness and lack of standards. She wasn't willing to disclose her sexual activities but had no issue disclosing her sexual desires. An odd combination that the fun lover was having difficulty working with. But soon, the pout on her face disappeared and was replaced by a sly smirk as she decided to work on a much easier target instead. Amy turned around to face you, "How about you, Sam, have any interest in-" Amy began to ask her question but cut her off upon seeing nothing but thin air behind her. "...Where did Sam go?" The fun lover asked, turning back around to face Hateya.

"He slipped away seven seconds away." Hateya answered, causing Amy to slouch in disappointment.

You found yourself distancing yourself halfway across the gym, hopefully Hateya was enough entertainment for Amy, otherwise you might pay for it later. Still a couple of minutes left before class starts, so it not like Amy will be too bored even if Hateya puts her to sleep. You eyed the duo from across the gym just to make sure things were fine, though your attention would soon be taken away from the two of them when you felt a chill go down your spine again and your heart rate went up again. You let out a sigh and turned to face Miyamoto who was now at your side. Maybe you should've told Hateya that you were scared shitless of one of them.

Annoyed by his presence, you furrowed your brows at the Japanese boy once more. "You need something." You rudely asked. Seriously, what was this guy's problem? Did he want to be friends or something?

"Do you happen to be friends with those two?" He asked, staring directly forward at Amy and Hateya, not bothering to look in your direction as he asked this question. "I had met with one of them earlier today; I and Mbogelah-San had required assistance finding a class."

Ah, that's right, Amy told you earlier this morning she had seen two new students, a short Asian girl and a bald woman, and when they had asked her where their class was, she had given them false directions. You wonder, is Miyamoto pissed off about that? Good first impressions are important, no matter what part of the world you're from. "Not too happy that you were tricked, were you?" You bantered, giving the shorter boy a pat on the head, despite every nerve in your body screaming at you not to even touch him.

Miyamoto waved a hand in front of his face. "No, no. I could tell that she was lying. There was no harm done, in fact, I quite enjoyed seeing such a beautiful colour." The "painter" squinted his eyes and tilted his head as he stared toward Amy, his smile growing even wider than before. "She takes quite a lot of pleasure in pranking others, doesn't she?" Miyamoto mused out loud.

You grimaced deeply as you looked down at the "painter." Could he not be extremely creepy for once? And there he goes again, talking about colours. You weren't even going to bother asking; you just knew you were going to get a non-answer. "Aren't you just the creepiest sack of-" You began to try and berate the Japanese boy, but cut yourself short upon seeing his outfit. His outfit was all black again, with the exception of the blue ribbons once again wrapped around his right shoulder and knee to indicate his gender. He was wearing a pair of black thigh-high shorts, all black sneakers with rainbow-coloured aglets on the tips of the shoelaces, and a black short-sleeved t-shirt. The outfit was nothing special, but what caught you off guard was the text on his shirt. Right in the center, in all bold caps, was a single phrase. 'THE CUNT'

You couldn't help but smirk upon seeing it, even if you tried resisting it. You let out a mental chuckle to yourself. Alright, if you say so, Mr. Miyamoto. Wait, you got sidetracked; where were you? Oh, that's right! "Aren't you just the creepiest sack of-" You attempted to restate your previous statement, but fully this time, but were cut off by Miyamoto deciding to speak up.

"As for that other girl, I hadn't seen her before. I must say, she's quite interesting." Miyamoto stated, staring deeply toward the direction of the duo. You frowned deeply over his rudely interrupting you and even deeper when you saw him moving over to being creepy about Hateya. You didn't care too much for the scientist, but you'd rather not have this freak of nature gazing at her with those creepy-ass eyes.

"No clue who you're talking about." You played dumb, though rather poorly, since your voice was dripping with sarcasm. The Japanese boy looked away from the duo and toward you, his red, abstract eyes scanning. His eyes narrowed as he stared at you, though it was clear that he wasn't glaring at you since his closed-mouth smile crept upward a bit. He was enjoying looking at you; the gaze was far from perverted, but it felt so much worse for some reason.

Miyamoto placed his hands on his back and leaned forward while standing on his heels. "The one with the 'presence', of course." He responded in this almost mocking way, as if he knew you were lying, and he decided to play along. First you had 'colours' and now you have 'presence'. What the hell did that mean? It was a tad bit strange. Hateya had been talking about if you felt a certain way about the new students earlier, and now here Miyamoto was spouting some equally weird shit. Good grief, you just needed to get to the end of this class, and this headache of a day would be over.

"What are you yapping on about." You questioned, glaring at the Japanese student.

Miyamoto stood up straight, planting both his feet firmly on the ground again and tilted his head while bringing a finger up to tap the side of his cheek. "Ah, how do I put this..." The "Painter" contemplated. In all honestly, he was cute, like ridiculously cute, yet at the same time horrifically off putting. It was an annoying ass contradiction. "Should I even mentioning something like this to others? Perhaps I should talk to the others about this?" Miyamoto mused, swaying his body back and forth slightly.

"Just give me a description on who you're talking about." You interrupted, wanting to get this conversation over and done with. The Japanese student snap out of his thoughts and looked at you. He seemed a bit confused, his smile dropping down a little bit.

"I always have a bit of difficulty doing that." He stated before turning around to face Hateya and Amy. How do you have trouble describing someone? Amy and Hateya don't even look remotely similar. You could hear the "painter" letting out a hum as his eye shifted between the two girls. It was as if he was actually having a hard time trying to put the differentiation between Hateya and Amy into words, or at least something that would make sense to you. He could tell who was who; at the very least, that was clear.

"Ah!" Miyamoto exclaimed, his eyes widening slightly after having a realization. The Japanese student raised his hands, holding them flat and parallel to one another, keeping them a good distance apart. "The one that's less wide." He described, slowly moving his hands closer, decreasing the size of the gap between them.

Your mouth shifted into a frown after hearing his choice of description for your friend. Sure, she was wider than some of the other girls in this school, and she probably wouldn't mind it too much if she heard herself being described that way, but it was still rather rude to mention it out loud like that. "Now whose having no tact?" You chided.

"My apologize, it was the only this I could think of." He apologized, though his voice kept with the same weird tone of indifference that it typically did, you could tell that he was being genuine in his apology. Though that being that only that he could think of still seemed rather half-assed to you.

"Really, that was the only thing you could think of? Not even the clothes they were wearing?" You questioned, crossing your arms as you looked down at the smaller boy. Miyamoto simply blinked at you, almost indicating to you that it was something that he couldn't do. Your frown grew larger. "Okay, how about hair colour?" You suggested to which Miyamoto responded with another blink. "Hair style? Skin colour? Eye colour? The fact that Hateya wears glasses?" You began to list.

Miyamoto's smile grew larger. "Ah, so you do know who Hateya-San is." Shit, you just implicated yourself. He caught you right in a lie, whether by accident or if, on purpose, you screwed up. Even if he could tell that you were lying before, now you had made it clear that you were. "Could you tell me what her full name is? I hadn't heard of her before until today." The "painter" asked; he didn't seem to hold too much against you for lying. That was good.

You didn't know too much about Hateya; in fact, you can't even recall what her surname was. "Uh, sorry, I don't actually know that." You confessed, awkwardly rubbing the back of your head.

Miyamoto's eyes narrowed in displeasure; there wasn't any contempt in them, but it was clear that he was at least somewhat annoyed that he couldn't find out what Hateya's last name was. "I suppose I will just have to assume she has no last name like you do, Sam-Kun." Miyamoto bemoaned. Sam-Kun, huh? It was bit weird hearing your name with an...What were they called again? Oh right, honorific.

"Yeah, I guess you can." You responded back, a wry smile appearing on your face. Maybe you should head back to Amy; you'd rather have a conversation with Hateya than Miyamoto. You could feel your heart rate spiking with every minute that you spent chatting with him. "Well, I guess I should get going." You attempted to excuse yourself, beginning to walk over to Amy.

Before you could get too far, Miyamoto called out to you. "I was thinking, since you introduced me to three of your friends, how about I do the same?" Miyamoto suggested. Three friends? There was Amy, of course, and you guess he's counting Hateya as a friend of yours, but who's the third? Did he mean Alice? Wouldn't really call her a friend, not even an acquaintance. In all honesty, she was probably closer to Kallaicone, who had just arrived here, than she was to you. Still, though, it probably wouldn't hurt too much to meet the last three students.

You turned around to face the Japanese student. "Sure, that would be nice, I guess." You commented. Miyamoto gave you a small nod before beginning to walk off to the other side of the gym, opposite the bleachers. You trailed him, though you kept a good distance from him because your exposure to his presence was actually starting to get painful, like your goosebumps were trying to peel your skin off or something. Thankfully, this was the only class you shared with him, and since you were in the gym, you could actually put a good amount of distance between him and you, unlike if you were stuck in any of the other cramped class rooms with him.

The two soon reached your destination, seeing a group of three standing underneath the gym's scoreboard, which also happened to be above the office room for the gym staff, which was basically only used to house the keys to the gym storage room, files on the physical health of the students, and some lost cloth items. Maybe you should try checking for your shoes and bag in there before the day ends.

The group consisted of three girls, one of whom you already recognized. Yolotli Camacho, the indigenous punk, was here. That made sense since you had checked the roster sheet earlier and saw her listed as one of the students having gym this period, though that did mean that one of the friends Miyamoto was introducing to you was someone you had already unfortunately become acquainted with. She had a change of attire; her tight shorts were now being replaced with equally tight black leggings with purple sides. She wore an oversized grey sports tank top over her chest; you could see the greyish-blue sports bra underneath it through the sleeve holes. While the rest of her outfit seems like a step down in comparison to what you had seen her wear earlier, there was one peculiar change, which was that green and black tape was wrapped around her prosthetic arm.

The Ch'orti' woman noticed you as soon as you approached. "Look who it is again." She addressed, flashing a disgruntled grimace at you with her sharp teeth. Not sure why she's displeased to see you; hopefully Zoe didn't spill anything about your past. No, that couldn't be the case, because if it were, you'd be dead far before this class even started. Maybe it was due to your relationship with Crystal, which was basically **** labour, but you suppose even that was enough to rub people the wrong way.

"Yup, its me." You greeted with an unenthusiastic wave.

Yolotli stared at you a bit; her strange ringed eyes locked onto you. She seemed to be engrossed in thought, as if she were remembering something. "Did I even learn what your name was?" She suddenly blurted out, squinting her eyes at you. Did she not? Guess it never did occur to you to introduce yourself to her; there was quite a lot going on back there. Suddenly, she snapped the fingers on her left hand in order to catch your attention. "I'll just call you second-command fascist." She declared while flashing a toothy smirk.

"No, Sam will do just fine. I insist." You urgently requested, a sneer forming on your face. So it was your partnership with Crystal that made it so you were on bad terms with the Mayan woman, even if you had made it clear that you yourself weren't a fan of it.

Yolotli looked like she was about to say something else before being quickly cut off by one of the other girls speaking up. "Don't mind her; she has her biases for her own reasons." The girl stated, her voice heavy with an East African accent. You turned your attention away from Yolotli and toward the speaker- OH GOOD LORD!... Well, good thing you kept a poker face, cause she definitely caught you off guard. There wasn't anything wrong with her, but if Yolotli was noticeably tall, then this girl was noticeably muscular, like really damn muscular. She was the definition of ripped; you could see every bit of muscle definition across her dark skin. Her forearms alone were more muscular than your entire body. She was around Dana's height without her boot, being up to at least a hundred seventy-eight centimeters tall. Though she wasn't the tallest out there, she had rather broad shoulders, which made her feel big with the width they provided. And then there were her eyes, which were light grey in colour. It wasn't the most abnormal colour out there, but she had rather intense eyes. She was wearing a white shirt; perhaps it was a t-shirt; you couldn't tell due to the lack of sleeves, which had been ripped off, presumably because her arms wouldn't be able to fit through them. The shirt had text on it, 'Another Day, Another Donut' it read. It was probably just some disposable shirt she bought that she was willing to get dirty during gym. She was wearing a pair of basic black shorts and some greyish-brown hiking shoes. Glancing at her ankles, it was clear that she wasn't wearing socks underneath them. Constraining her massive biceps were these thick, grey metal bands that had to have weighed at least four and a half kilograms each. Noticeably, there was a green and orange kitenge wrapped around her head, which covered the back of her neck. The kitenge had a crescent-like pattern designed on it. The kitenge covered the entirety of her hair, preventing you from getting a peek at how it looked under there. There was also what appeared to be green boxing wrapping wrapped around the palm and back of her hand.

Yolotli let out a loud huff before turning away from you. You doubted she actually cared too much about what she was angry about, but it seemed like she was constantly in the mood to get into a fight. You began to scratch the side of your mouth. "...I'll try not to." You answered back to the muscular woman, a bit off put by her staring at you. That intense look in her eyes made it seem like she had an issue with you as well. "Hey, you're not mad at me or anything?" You asked, sweat beginning to bead down your forehead. Out of everyone you knew in this world, this woman was probably the last you'd want to piss off. Between her and Miyamoto, you were about to be coated in sweat before gym even began.

The woman gave you what seemed like a confused look. "No, why would I be?" She responded, the intensity of her eyes not changing as she placed her muscular hands against her hips. Well, it was good to know you weren't in trouble, but still, what with those eyes? They weren't weird the same way that Miyamoto and Yolotli's were, but they still felt off in a way.

"It's just that you look mad, like you're glaring at me." You answered, pointing to your own eyes to further the point.

The muscular woman let out a dissatisfied hum and crossed her arms before answering you. "My eyes are just like that." Guess she didn't like people brining up her eyes. Maybe she wasn't a fan of people thinking she was scary, though it was a bit hard to be with all that muscle. Only a fool goes around pissing off bulls.

"She's always had those scary eyes; I bet she was the angriest-looking baby when she was born." Another girl teased, a slight Brazilian accent being audible. A girl slightly shorter than the muscular woman placed an arm on her shoulder before leaning against her, the muscular woman not even budging from the girl pushing herself against her.

Your heart began to throb like crazy, though this time it wasn't out of fear. All the other new students so far have been attractive. But she easily took the award, with only Zacharie rivaling her. Her hair was done in a high twisted dreadlock ponytail that reached all the way down to her calves, the tips of which were blonde in colour; the sides of her head were partially shaved, with the only hair present being a swirl undercut; and at the end of her lock were these large beads that were green and blue in colour. Her skin was dark and without blemishes; her eyes were olive in colour; and her face was rather round with prominent cheek bones and thin eyebrows. Her body was rather buxom, with what looked like a perfect hourglass figure, a set of ample breasts, and a shapely rear. Her top was sleeveless, left her midriff exposed alongside some cleavage due to their being a heart-shaped boob widow in the center of the garment. A large red capoeira belt was wrapped around her waist. Her pants were baggy and sagged a bit, leaving her hips partially exposed. The calf area of her pant leggings was incredibly baggy, so much so that they were wider than her entire leg. The sides of her pants were open all the way down to her thighs, allowing you to view her bare thighs and get a look at the shape of her buttocks. Both her top and bottom were blue in colour and hung loosely on her body, not in a way that made it seem like they were oversized but instead because of the material they were made of, as if her outfit were made to allow for a full range of motion. There were red bands wrapped around her ankles and wrists, on what you presumed were ankle/wrist weights. Clad on her feet were a pair of white and black checkered sneakers with red laces and cleats on the soles of the sneakers.

Truly, she was beautiful. Given their skin colours and the fact that they were the last women on the list, this must be Regina and Amidah. And with those accents, Amidah is Ms. Muscle over there, and Regina is the other beauty. "Hey." You greeted the two new girls, your voice cracking slightly, causing you to quickly clear your throat and retry your greeting. "Hey, I'm Sam."

"Yup, we heard you the first time." Regina answered, giving you a cheerful wave as she pushed herself off of Amidah. You let out an embarrassed chuckle, you were an idiot. Though it didn't seem like she minded too much, giving you sweetest, sincerest smile you ever been greeted with. "So, your the mystery man whose been introducing yourself all my friends... Some of my friends." She stepped forward to get a closer look at you.

Some of her friends, huh? Well, you supposed you wouldn't dare call someone like Lillian a friend, that's for sure. "That's me!" You responded, sheepishly smiling due to being approached by the beautiful woman. She's going to make a lot of girls jealous at this school, especially certain people in your friend group, if she isn't careful.

"Cool, I think I like you." She admired, beaming you a cute smile.

"I like you too!" You blurted out before bursting into an awkward fit of laughter before shifting your eyes to the ground. Your as smooth as asphalt.

A small blush creeps its way up Regina's cheeks as she backs up slightly, rubbing her left arm awkwardly in response. "Oh, those are some interesting colours." Miyamoto comments with a giggle, holding a hand over his mouth to cover that ever-present smile of his as his eyes dart between you and Regina. His comment only results in Regina's blush growing larger as she gives a scowl toward the Japanese boy. Yolotli lets out a loud huff before rolling her target board-esque eyes. Amidah, on the other hand, remained silent, simply smirking and shaking her head from side to side. It looks like you made things awkward here; maybe you should take your leave.

Almost as if on cue, one of the gym teachers in the gym blow their whistle, signaling that class is going to begin. How lucky for you, now time to make you exit. "W-well look at that, guess class is starting, gotta go!" You bid farewell before running off like a chump. You made you way over to center of the gym, where everyone began to disorderly line-up in order to listen to the teachers' announcement. Though its not like you didn't already know what was an today's itinerary given you already had a sneak peak earlier in the day.

Suddenly, you felt a heavy weight throw itself upon your back, an arm wrapping around your neck in the process. "Coward, abandoning your bestest friend like that!" Amy jokingly chided.

"Bestest? You rank number four." You corrected. Right behind Lex, Gabriel, and Chris. This resulted in Amy deeply frowning at you and tightening her grip around your neck. Amy wasn't the strongest, though, so you managed to slip out of her grasp with a little bit of struggle. Though even as you escaped her grasp, Amy wasn't going to let you go so easily and began to playfully jab at your sides with her fingers, causing you to swat them away.

"I believe I'm number one, yes?" You heard someone speak up from your side, that being Hateya, who had a neutral expression on her face. She was still here? Guess you can't get rid of her so easily; perhaps Amy wasn't enough to annoy her into oblivion; maybe she was friend group material if she could handle that. You rolled your eyes at Hateya, ignoring her attempt at what you presumed was a joke.

"Am I second?" A familiar voice spoke up, which belonged to your friend Jeremy, who stood kind of awkwardly behind the rest of you.

"Ho-ly shit! You're actually here for once." You stated, swinging your body around the face the skaterboy. It was rare to ever see him at the gym; he wasn't the biggest fan of the class for whatever reason that you didn't bother to pry into. Often times, he'd skip class, only showing up on occasion. Wonder what today's is?

Jeremy gave you an odd combination of a shrug and bow. "I'm already I deep shit with some of the teachers today, so I'm here today otherwise they might actually beat my ass." He explained with a slight chuckle.

You simply nodded your head in response; in all honesty, you didn't care too much about what he had going on, though it was still nice seeing him here. You wondered how good he was at dodgeball? As you stared at your friend, you soon took note that he was still wearing the clothes you had seen him wearing earlier in the day. "Aren't you going to get changed?" You asked, furrowing your brows in a mixture of confusion and disapproval.

Jeremy scoffed at the idea. "No, it's the end of the day." He reasoned, rolling his shoulders in order to shift the baggy jacket resting on them so it could sit more comfortably.

You narrowed your eyes at him before taking a step back and pinching your nose between the thumb and index finger of your right hand, as if to mockingly tell him that he smelled bad. Something to which Jeremy took offense to as he raised both his eyebrows up and gave you flat gaze while leaning his head down. "I know your not talking?" He unassumingly retorted.

"I smell fine!" You rebutted, reflexively holding your arms arms close to your side, as if you wanted keep your armpits covered. Why did people always have to bring up that you didn't smell good? Seriously, there's no way that you smell that bad!

From the corner of your eyes, you could spot Amy shaking her head side-to-side while mouthing the word no toward Jeremy. You quickly whipped your body around to face the fun lover, to which she gave you a Cheshire-esque sheepish grin upon meeting your glower.

"I believe he has what's referred to as a musk." Hateya suggested, which you weren't too sure if it was an attempt to defend you or if she was just saying that due to being a pervert.

Jeremy glowered at Hateya, clearly not approving of her considering your scent to be something that was attractive. "I believe he needs to take a fucking shower." He responded, disgust present in his voice. Despite that being diss against you, you had to hold a snort from the way he responded to Hateya. Amy was laughing her ass off, though. Nice to see her having fun at your expense.

From the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar group of four approaching you. Regina, Miyamoto, and Amidah were all walking side by side, while Yolotli was, for some reason, being carried by Amidah. The indigenous girl didn't look like she was willingly being carried by Amidah, given the irritated expression on her face and the way she was slung over the African girl's shoulder. "Necesitas bañarte." She commented as she passed you, gesturing to you with her prosthetic hand. The group then took their place among the disorganized crowd just a few steps in front of you, with Amidah setting Yololtli down once they had picked a spot.

A blush spreads across your face. You have no idea what she just said, but you have a feeling that they overheard your conversation; your group is never quiet after all. You began to rub your forehead in frustration; you would rather not be known for smelling bad to a bunch of new students—anything but that. You could see Regina turn to look at you, beaming a smile at you once more in a way that seemed like she was attempting to make you feel better. Though all it did was make things worse, as you could see Amy slowly scooting toward you with the slyest grin on her face. "Getting well acquainted, aren't you?" She teased.

You frowned deeply over that remark, slouching down just as deeply as your lips traveled. "Stop that." You muttered, you don't need Amy to tease you over another crush; you already have twenty other people you have to worry about her bothering you about.

Amy let out a out a chuckle before turning her gaze to the four students in front of her, inspecting them almost as if she were trying to get a gage on them. It took no less than a second before her smile grew even bigger than before. You didn't even want to know what she could possibly be thinking, but you were going to find out anyway, whether you wanted to or not. Amy jabbed you in the side with her elbow to get your attention, even though she already had it. "Hey, Sam, ass ahoy!" She swung her neck slightly in order to motion over to the group of four in front.

Even though it was rather impolite, you found your eye drifting forward in order to get a look at what Amy was talking about. And yup, those were some asses. All of them were a nice size and had a good shape to them. If you had to rank them, it would probably go in the order of Yolotli, Regina, Miyamoto, and Amidah. All of them had good body types, to be honest, even if they were radically different. There were some pretty big breasts among them as well; Regina had the biggest, followed by Amidah, and Yolotli's were a fine size as well. And then there was Miyamoto, who...

As soon as the Japanese boy's name crossed your mind, he bent his neck back in order for his gaze to meet you, his inhuman eyes almost drilling a hole through your consciences. You quickly averted your eyes, not wanting to be caught starring disrespectfully. Though weirdly enough, it already felt like he had caught you in the act yet was viewing something entirely different. You glanced back at him, seeing his lip curl upward a bit before he reset his neck back to its original position.

Goddamn, he was horrifying. You let out a sigh of relief, a breath you hadn't realized you had even been holding until now. Meanwhile, Amy was hysterically laughing at your misfortune. You flashed your teeth at her with a grimace of disapproval, but she didn't care too much about it, laughing to her heart's content. "Laugh it up, will you." You chided through your clenched teeth. While Amy laughed until her ribs started hurting, you decided to glance over to see how the other two members of your group were doing. Jeremy was busy scrolling on his phone, probably busy reading over some Twitter posts. Hateya, on the other hand, was... glaring at the group of four, for whatever reason. It probably wasn't to inspect their bodies like the way you did, or maybe it was given who Hateya was, but there was something about the look in her eyes; it had that same intensity that could be found in them when she was in the lab.

Your attention was soon ripped away from Hateya when you heard Amy breaking into wheezes, wanting to still laugh but not finding the ability to do so anymore. You starred at her with an unamused look on your face as she attempted to recover, though she would continuously fail by breaking into short bursts of laughter each time. You wanted to say something to her just so that she could stop laughing at your misery, but you couldn't think of anything to say. That was until you remembered something she had said all the way at the beginning of the day. "Didn't you say one of them was bald?" You asked with annoyed confusion.

The fun lover ceased all laughter and wheezing almost with complete ease, as if all she needed to regain control was to focus on something else. "Uh yeah." She answered before flexing her bicep. You raised your eyebrow in confusion, not understanding what she meant at first, until it hit you that she was talking about Amidah. Guess that made sense given you hadn't seen what her hair looked like under the kitenge, but that didn't necessarily mean she was bald.

"You've seen her without the headscarf?" You questioned.

She placed her hands on her hips before replying with an almost enthusiastic pride. "Nope!"

You stared blankly at your friend, disbelief stricken across your face. "...Then how do you know she's-"

"Cause I've got sixth sense for these types of things." She answered, interrupting you before you could even ask your second question. Oh right, Amy thought she had a sixth sense for detecting bald people. Her accuracy is currently nonexistent, given that she keeps trying to convince you that Upsilon is secretly bald, even though her hair looks as real as it possibly could to you.

"...Right..." You murmured, taking your attention away from Amy, turning it up front once more, and not to look at ass this time. You watched as Ms. Cassidy and the rest of the gym teachers walked to the center of the gym after they had finished discussing preparation.

"Alright, class, you ready for a day of fun?" Ms. Cassidy declared with enthusiasm, though she was only met with a rather dead crowd—the students, you included—not being a fan of being talked down to like little kids. Though one person among you had some excitement since Regina let out a whoop of excitement while raising both her arms up, which only resulted in her getting a few looks, and Yolotli **** her left arm downward while shaking her head. Ms. Cassidy let out a shy chuckle over not winning over the crowd but quickly recovered, regaining her motivation. "Today we've got something special planned out."

She always said this whenever announcing the plans of the day. "Yeah, we know, dodgeball; can we get to it already?" You shouted rather rudely. A bit uncharacteristic of you, but today hasn't been your day in the slightest. In all honesty, you weren't too excited to play dodge ball, not with people like Yolotli and Amidah as possible opponents. That accuracy and muscle scare you.

"Oh, we're not doing dodgeball anymore, not after second period." Ms. Cassidy replied, not minding how rude you were. Her head drifted over to the wall behind you, to which you and the rest of the class followed her gaze, and you were all met with the sight of a rubber ball embedded into the concrete wall of the gym. How did you even miss that?

You could hear Amidah let out a loud sigh from behind you. "Han." she muttered with disappointment. Han? Oh, that's right, the Hong Konger had this class during second period; you even got to witness his dodgeball skills firsthand when you took a peek into the gymnasium.

"So, uh, yeah, we've got something else planned for you instead." Ms. Cassidy stated, trying to refocus the class.

Amy began to rapidly nudge you. You did your best to ignore her in order to focus on what your teacher was saying, but the fun lover was so insistent that you had to nearly break your neck with how fast and hard you whipped your head around to face her. Your brows furrowed immensely.

Not paying you clearly pissed off expression any mind, Amy began to whisper to you. "Uh Sam, I think we might be screwed here."

"Why's that?" You whispered back, deciding to play along with whatever conversation was trying to start.

Amy leaned in close to you. "Cause if we end up playing soccer, then we're so fucking. Two of the students here are Latino; we might actually die." She stated it with urgency. "One of them is Brazilian; they're like really good at soccer. What's the other one?" She asked.

"Oh, uh..." You briefly paused as you attempted to recall which country Yolotli came from. Of course, since you had looked over that roster sheet at least fifty times this day, you were able to remember what country she was listed under. "Honduras, I believe. No, yeah, she's from Honduras." You answered.

Amy's nearly popped out of her skull from how large they grew. The horror that was etched within them was immense. You don't think you've ever seen Amy afraid in your life, but right now she was taking the title for 'most horrified face that you've ever bore witness to'. Then, without any warning, Amy gripped your shoulders, her fingernails digging into your skin from the intensity of her grip. "Bro, she comes from the country that fought a war over soccer!" Amy exclaimed, managing to still keep her voice at a whisper despite her surprise.

You pursed your lips together as you warily glanced toward Yolotli before looking back at Amy. "I don't know too much about that, but it sounds a bit like a gross oversimplification to me, not gonna lie." You responded, not really sure what else to really say.

"Sam, we are going to die!" Amy shouted as she shook her arms, causing you to rock back and forth.

Not a fan of being jolted around, you quickly grabbed Amy's arm and threw them off your shoulders. "Today we'll be playing...!!!" You heard Ms. Cassidy begin to announce, causing you and Amy's heads to dart in her direction. Anticipation grew in the air around you two as you awaited the next words to come from the gym teacher's mouth.