Ugh..the sports festival
I listen to the cheers and chattering of the students, noticing a few adults, most likely parents in the crowd near the stalls.. smiling and laughing
if only they knew what these little demons got up to in their free time.
I sit, twiddling my thumbs watching the royals and surprisingly that low tier girl Sera is always fawning over chat away the daylight, with Isen and Blyke.
Isen seems to be flushed because of either the sun or the sudden barrage of apologies and congratulations of which are mostly sprouted from a misunderstanding, someone, cough.. caused. Wonder who that was.
Other than horns and cheers blasting through the open field sudden gasps are heard, barely, but still heard. I look over to see Isen rubbing the back of his neck, and Blyke with his face in his palm
Has the misunderstanding been cleared up?
"John! can you come over here please" I hear Remi shout from the shaded tent as if calling to scold a toddler for the mess they made
Yup. aaand that's my cue to get the fuck out of here..
I get up from the bleacher steps, stretching my legs to get a nice head start before Sera eventually catches me
"Oi, if you run you know what's gonna happen to your boba allowance." Sera threatens from underneath the tent sitting beside a certain yellow haired prick
sweat starts to form on the back of my neck as I slowly turn and start stepping down from the steps, the crisp grass crushing under my sneakers
Why is she beside that fucker? and why is she always threatening the boba of all things!
"Yes almighty Sera..?" I perk a brow with sass clear in both my eyes
"Where's that sorry you owe to Isen?" Sera sighs
My throat tightens.
Me saying sorry to this fucker? You must out of your goddamn mind if you think ill say sorry to the same bitch who dug up my history and leaked it to the worst person in this fucking school.
But. this is Sera.. Ill either get my precious boba allowance cut or have Sera give me a look of disappointment
Afterall she doesn't know why I hate him
Isen stands there, looking at me as if someone told him he's being sent to the electric chairs in five minutes
Which isnt completely wrong
"Sorry." I say with a bitter tone
"i-its fine.. ahaha.." Isen barely gets the words out
"anyways the races are starting.. I should go and see if everything ok over there" He shuffles away
Blyke simply stares at me from the side, confusion, unsureness and a hint of anger in his eyes, probably wondering why Isen didn't give me a punch to the gut or a firm cussing
Ha. Idiots
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POV---->Isen
I chat with the assistant the student council lent me for the festival (probably out of pity from my work load), she checks off the details one by one before someone shouts "Mr.Isen" from the distance
Oh for the love of god..
The same blue haired boy who seems to always be the bearer of bad news comes up behind me
"Sir..there's a problem!" He shouts desperately
"Jesus christ! you've been haunting my dreams for the past week y'know that!?"
"Wh-what..?" The blue haired boy flinches back
"Its nothing.. just continue, what is it this time?" I wave my hand in dismissal, getting ready for the splitting headache he's about to give me
"W-well.. we're missing three of the relay race participants. Two got sick suddenly and one got into a fight and is unable to run.."
My notepad almost drops out of my hand
What kind of idiot picks a fight when they have a race to run.. and how do you get sick on the day of the race?!
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Y'know what! screw it I don't wanna know...
They're getting a serious ass whooping after this..
"We found someone to fill in for the person who got into a fight.. but we still need two more people.." He scratches his head
"cant you just pick anyone..?!"
"Well.. everybody seems too busy with the treats the cooking club set up to care about the relay.."
I almost break my precious pen
"Ill figure something out" I look away towards the sports field
"Yes sir! sorry sir" He scurries away before even finishing the sentence
I walk in circles for a bit thinking about who I could possibly blackmail- ahem..ask last minute to do the race
"Hey Isen! are you alright?" Elaine yells to me from the tent, waving for me to come over
I stand for a bit before making my way back to the tent
"What's wrong? why're you going in circles in the hot sun.." Remi questions me, probably thinking I've finally gone mad
I look around, wondering if I should stress Remi out with my problems
"Well you see.." I start clearing my throat
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Remi forms a "O" with her mouth, and thinks for a bit
"Do they have to be from any specific club or class?" She asks
"Probably, but at this point ill take anyone as long as they can run.." I give a crooked smile
"Then how about Arlo!" Remi jumps and Arlo almost spits out his water at the suggestion
"what?? how did I get into this?" He asks dumbfounded
"Cmon arlo..Ive never seen you participate in any sports events..and your last year is coming up!"
"I'd prefer it to stay that way. Remi" He looks away
"Cmon it'll be good for your reputation as the kINg oF WellSTonE as well"
"....."
"Aghh ill participate in any events or turf wars things you want me to.. just this once Arlo.."
Arlos eyes shift towards her
"and ill listen to anything you say for..uh.. a day!"
He smiles and looks back
"Are you sure?" He says with a sinister smile
"Agh.."
"Its a deal then, Remi"
What a major score! the kings gonna participate in an event? this is gonna be amazing for the newspaper club..
I snap away from my trance and wipe my drool
"But whose gonna be the last person?" I ask
I wonder, feeling a sharp glare cut into my head back, I look over slowly to see Elaine staring at me, something like... a fire in her eyes
Hang on..
The corner of her mouth twists into a wicked smile
I smile back before choking it down
Why didn't I think of that! this is such a perfect opportunity
I give elaine a quick thumbs up and drag out my courage
Operation kill two beasts with one stone..aka Jarlo, in action!
"hahah so..." I start
Remi turns to me, a look of worry on her face
"Isen..??"
ahem.
"Ahaha..its nothing..I was just thinking, wouldn't it be nice if.. John participated as well?" I whisper with a foxlike grin
As if the bastard is telepathic he looks up at the same time from the corner of the tent, along with Sera
"What?" John asks
Sera looks over at me, then at Arlo, and then back to John
And promptly looks down to her phone, probably picking up on the situation and deciding to ignore it
"We were just thinking it'd be nice for you..to participate in the relay~" This is what you get you scary bastard!
I watch his eye twitch
"No wa-"
"There's prize money!!" I quickly say
John pauses
"And a coupon for the new boba place down the road.." I say as both John and Seras ear twitch
She looks up at me
"That sounds like a clear fake.." He coughs
"what? noo.. pff..Its not like I just added those prizes.. ahaha.."
"There's a special drink at that shop now isn't there..?" Elaine pops in, in an attempt to help me
John mulls it over for a bit and gives into the devilish temptation of boba
"Fine. when is it?"
Score!
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POV---->John
If I had known my relay partner was that asshole I wouldn't have even considered this dumb ass race I curse under my breath as I watch the other contestants stretch and get into positions.
"Hey Isn't that the cripple?" I hear a pair mumble from the crowd
my face turns more sour than it already was
"I cant believe he had the audacity to partner with the king.." a mid tier girl scowls from the crowd
Tsk. fucking nobodies.
so fucking usele-
"on you marks!"
"get set.."
"GOOOOO!"
Horns start going off as the runners hit the track
The abrupt start flings me into action, my limbs moving sluggishly for not stretching but instead listening to their idle chatter. multiple contestants passing me out in a second
This was such a dumb idea.. why'd I even join this dumbass race
I look ahead of me and see this mid tier and low tier racing toe to toe, both almost half way to their designated partner, the mid tier grits his teeth hard, veins popping in his head. I watch his eyes glow as he makes an abrupt and hard shove to his right, sending the low tier flying off the track and onto the grass
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Something in my stomach flips.
It reminds me, of the sports day in Bostin, before.. the incident
Roars from the bleachers, pom poms flying and parents cheering for their own individual demons.
"haa..haa..haa.." I pant wildly, almost unable to keep the pace
I was head to head, toe to toe with the former king of Bostin a mid tier with no respect for adults, his peers, or his classmates. that day I was determined to whoop his ass in this race, I cant exactly remember what the reason was but it was something to do with.. her.
I was running as if there was a murderer chasing me that day, I was so close to the line I could almost feel the silky ribbon on my waist
Until I was knocked off the track that is.
The bitch rammed right into my side, breaking more than a few of my ribs with his ability.
Hell.. even after he passed the line the adults didn't reprimand him for doing that.. they just cheered and gave him his medal while I was on the floor coughing blood.
best part is, I can still feel the air being knocked out of my lungs by the force till this day.
Ha..I don't know why, but that memory lit a fire in me, something like revenge maybe? though it isn't the same person. Whatever this feeling is..
I fucking love it
My heel grounds it self for a moment. and I push off, breaking into a mad sprint, vigor running me like fuel, my breath steadies itself with the new pace
if there's one thing I learnt to do well at Wellstone..
its running.
I catch up with the other competitors, breaking through them, I swear one of them tried to trip me on my way past
All I can feel is sweat dripping off my face and air cutting around me,
In front of me I spot the mid tier bastard who just sent the person that was previously toe to toe with him flying, I cut the distance short in an instant, giving him a nice middle finger while Im beside him.. on behalf of the low tier who he probably just killed of course
Though its not like I care about them.. being weak is disgusting
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Right.
I cant hear anything other than my breath at this point and god do I want to send that little shit flying into the bleachers.
At some point I pass him completely, and apparently he attempted to do the same thing he did to the boy, right back to me.
As is supported by the fact he's on the floor of the track with a bloody elbow and a glare that could kill
Ah.
This is a relay race, my mind snaps in place as I see the line of participants ahead of me, mouths agape at the fact Im so far ahead of everyone else, cause im, yknow, "the cripple"
Wait a goddamn minute, why cant I feel the baton in my hand? Don't tell me I fucking dropped it
I glance to my hand, not feeling the baton anymore, though thankfully its still there
Arlo is there waiting for me, still in position, with a patient look, no surprise, no confusion on his his face
I pass it, and...he smiles..
Ba-dum
what the fuck was that?
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am I dying?
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"WOAHHHH! GOOD JOB JOHN!!!!" I hear Remi scream as I walk off the track soaked with sweat, my face still feeling heated from that.. encounter..? I should really see a doctor.
"I didn't know you could run like that!" Remis eyes shine with amazement
I smile awkwardly
"Congrats on winning!" Elaine hops
"You're a decent runner." Blyke admits with a smug smile
Elaine nods wildly with Blykes statement
After chatting with the people I would've never expected to chat with in any lifetime, I glance back and spot Arlo walking off the field and to the white tent
I slip out of the conversation for a bit, and look over to Arlo subconsciously,
My eyes widen, a tint starting to shade my cheeks
He's lifting his already slightly soaked shirt to wipe his face, glistening with sweat.. showing off his toned, muscular, drop dead gorgeou-
"John"
I choke
"Its rude to stare." Arlo scoffs, a devilish smirk on his face
At this point Im sure Im red down to my neck..
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