Gym was by far the worst class ever. You either got hurt, never picked, or all of the above. Yet you still attended it, like today.

You stood in the court, holding a ball. Today you were playing dodgeball- or at least trying to. You mostly dodged the throws, never actually making them yourself. But the more you stalled, the less of your teammates there were. In the end, it was just you and your classmate, Ethan Nakamura.

Ethan glanced over at you, noticing how you weren't trying much. He sighed, annoyed. Ethan didn't Like P.E. neither. He only attended because he was forced to. He knocked a few opponents out with ease till there was one left. He wanted you to make the throw, trying to give you a chance to prove you weren’t a total asshole for doing nothing. You looked at the opponent, gathering all your strength to throw the ball… Which only flew a few feet from you. Ethan almost snickered, but kept a straight face as he watched you fail. Before you knew it, you were knocked out in the face by the opposing team.

You didn’t realize how strong high schoolers could be, but your nose started bleeding. Your teacher blew the whistle, ending the game short to check on you. Ethan ran up to you, crouching down and helping you up. “You’ll live.” He said in a monotone voice, seeming to care yet not care at the same time.