being alone. The truth? I don't have any friends here. I've tried, but it's hard for me to socialize. My interests are just... differen

e of that. Someone even said, "

roll my eyes

Friday today, and y

y meant: Physical Education. Ugh. Or as I like to call it, physical torture. Every time we play sports, my classmates somehow find a way

P.E. uniforms," Mr. Brown, our subject teacher and varsity

atory-he just likes feeling powerful with it, like it gives him control over the world

take minor subjects like P.E.? But then again, I missed a few minor ones in my

l in love with someone. The thought made me pause mid-step.

e been alone

inued walking toward the gym. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum. I didn't even know what spor

n cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, and working ni

ighting for their prey. The winner gets the prize, I guess. I never understood sports. Maybe I just h

ten

nd Coach Brown in a circle. He rested his hands on h

ing a sport you ha

ered, half excit

strong, and most importantly, use thi

heir hand. Coach

aid, "there's nothin

students choked on their laughter while others ch

. The kid smirked and left the gym, clearly plea

t up, or I'll fa

tarted pacing in front of us, hands behind his ba

d darkly. "We're playing

y," a guy beside me muttered.

I thought. He'

into your P.E. uniforms! Anyone

ng over each other. Someone stepped on my foot, and I stumbled to the floor. I coughed but pushe

ic buzzed around me like static-no one wanted to be late after that thr

to close the stall doo

I was he

oor, quickly undressing. But when I reached for my P.E. uniform-it

were gone.

thes?!" I shouted. La

us in first!" a famili

"No... please! Give

more laughte

couldn't go out like this. I hugged myself, trembl

ped my cheeks, but it was useless. What choice did I have? I couldn't stay here f

rs, and slowly opened the stall door. The cold air hit

Nathan was making ou

come in?! My first instinct was to rush back inside, b

owed. The cheerleader covered he

up. "I know you! You're that l

She didn't need to remember my name to know wh

his online," she sneere

to grab something to cover myself, but I couldn't. My body wouldn't liste

" Nathan sa

up just as he grabbed her wrist. His

ked her phone from her hand and hurled it against the wall.

e cheerleader stoo

my spine. For a second, I saw something dark in his eyes-

ching her hand away. Tears streamed down her face

. Then I remembered she was abou

e dese

Natha

alized it was his jacket. My eyes widened. I'd almost forgotten I was still comple

bout that. Y

away f