I Love You.

We were all dragged out to the field during P.E class. Everyone grunted and groaned as no one wanted to be under this hot scorching sun, sweating profusely serving punishments but what teachers call exercise. Luckily it was the last class for the day.

At least that's something to look forward to.

"So we're jogging round the field first." The P.E teacher shouted and more groans were heard.

Why do these people just like to stress us? We're just teenagers.

"C'mon!!! Chop chop!!" He shouts and everyone starts to move slowly around the field.

Our P.E classes were always joint classes. The whole 12th grade always had P.E together, so right now, we are about 70 on the field.

My eyes met with Alec's for a second, but he looks away immediately.

That was weird.

The Alec I know would do something ridiculous or showcase himself stupidly.

But he just glanced my way and looked away.