I shook my head no as he looked around for his tag. Don't give me that look okay? He was basically a puppy right now, you wanna tell a puppy you lost it's collar? I picked up my clothes and hit the shower. Hopefully the hot water can wash my guilt away, by the way, it didn't. This is why I hate hating someone, they pull this kind of crap off like helping me and shit, then I feel bad about something that I wrongfully did. I hurried up with my shower and placed on my clothes which is my uniform. I walked out and grabbed a handful of grapes from the fridge along with a small boxed juice. I grabbed my bag and schedule and high tailed out of there before I cracked and told him I made his tag into what can only be described as hardened play dough.
I knocked on Hope's door and she came out with bags under her eyes. "Whoa, what happened to you?" I asked as she dragged her bag outside. She locked her door and turned to me, "You know guy I've been texting?" She asked. I know you guys might be confused so recap time. Last night when me and Hope were texting and catching up, she told me that she has been texting some dude for about a year now. She said that he liked her and wants to date her and apparently, he goes to this school, 'apparently'. Just to make things clear about how I feel about this guy, I already don't like him. Don't ask me why, I just don't, call it best friend intuition, now back to the present.
I checked my schedule and winced as I saw the first class, P. frickin E. How the hell did we have P.E. for our first class, this makes no sense. Until I realized that P.E. was the class that we had most of the week. Now look ya'll, I maybe the strongest person that I know but I have ZERO muscles what so ever. I tried to go the gym at my house which is basically our training room and did every exercise you could imagine and nothing. Although, it does help to cover my power up, I mean if I told you I had enhanced strength, who would believe me unless they saw it for themselves? Hope looked at her paper and I saw her eyes tearing up before she downright sobbed, "WHY??!!, what did I do to deserve this torture?!" She yelled as she waved her paper around. I laughed as I wrapped my arm around hers. "Come on, we don't want to be late" I said as we followed the map.
So after 10 minutes of walking we finally found the gym and question. Should I be worried that the gym is right next to the school's nursery and right in front of the medical supply's room? Pshh, I'm sure it was just a coincidence. We walked in and had to immediately dock as a fireball came at our head. It hit the door behind us and erupted in sparks. We looked at the scorch mark on the door and looked around as scorch marks were basically everywhere.
"YOU TWO MAGGOTS, YOU ARE LATE!!" Someone which I'm assuming is our teacher yelled at us. The sound was so powerful, the room shook and Hope and I had to cover our ears from how loud it was. As the shaking stopped I groaned as my ears rang. I looked at Hope who was a little woozy when I remembered that her senses were enhanced, that loud sound for me was a speaker for her and I saw that blood was running down her ears. "Hey, you good?" I asked her and she nodded her head and stood up. The man came over and was about to shout again when he saw Hope's ears. He looked apologetic as he handed her a napkin. "Sorry about that, never would'v thought that your senses would be enhanced, or is it just hearing?" he asked. Hope then took the napkin and wiped her ear, "All five sir" She said. He then motioned to a side door and lead us there, "Get changed and meet us out here" he said as he walked away, "Johny! Your fireballs are just sloppy, get a grip on them before I MAKE you get a grip on it" He shouted, at least it wasn't as loud as before. Hope and I walked into the room and got changed. I wore basically yoga clothes, tho less tight. I came out and waited on Hope. As soon as she came out, we linked hands and walked over to the rest of them.
"Okay, today we are going to be playing I like to call, Who Bleeds First?" Our teacher announced.
"Ah, f**k my life".