The mats were laid on the floor in the middle of the stadium and a man wearing a white judo gi with a white belt around his waist came walking towards our direction. He looked like he was built solely of muscle, too bulky for my liking. Everyone suddenly tensed up and scrambled to stand in a straight line. Kevin and I just looked at each other confused.
He stopped in front of a red-haired boy and the boy seemed to tremble in fear. Glancing across the class, he hollered, "IN CASE SOME OF YOU DIDN'T KNOW, I'M MISTER PACMAN, YOUR P.E. TEACHER THIS SEMESTER. CALL ME SIR. NOW WE NEED TO SET A FEW GROUND RULES. ONE, NEVER BE LATE. WHEN I SAY NEVER, I MEAN NEVER. TWO, I DO NOT REPEAT MYSELF SO ATTENTION ON ME AT ALL TIMES. THREE, WHAT I SAY IS ALWAYS RIGHT, SO DO NOT EVER REFUTE ME. IT'S SIMPLE AS THAT, CRYSTAL CLEAR?" We all nodded eagerly, hoping not to step on his toes. When he yelled, I felt as though every single cell in my body vibrated and struggled to escape the confinements of my body. That was how scary he was. "NOW ALL OF YOU, GET CHANGED AND BE BACK HERE IN FIVE," He blew his whistle and we all ran as fast as we could to the locker room.
I was surprised when I found my judo gi in my locker. They must have sent it there so I didn't need to carry it around 'til judo class. Everyone was stripping down to their underwear, changing into their gis at lightning speed and I couldn't help but realise that I was surrounded by boys. I quickly turned to face my locker and stared at my gi. Man, how was I supposed to wear it? That was not the only problem. How was I gonna change in a locker room full of guys!?
We would be punished if we weren't on time and I so did not believe that the punishment would be wonderful. I decided to wear my white cotton t-shirt under my gi and change at the corner.
The gi consisted of a pair of white canvas drawstring pants with a matching white quilted cotton jacket, and a white cotton belt. Hastily, I removed my uniform and put on the canvas pants first. I fumbled a little with the jacket and crossed the right side of the gi over the left one. Grabbing my belt, I ran out of the locker room as Kevin ushered me. We were the last to leave the room and, thankfully, we were two seconds early. Phew, thank god. We stood in a straight row again and Mister Pacman walked towards our direction. He was checking everyone's judo gi it seemed, and he stopped in front of me.
"What's your name boy?" Mister Pacman looked at me and said. His bushy eyebrows were closely knit together and his piercing glare made me feel like I could shrink from the sheer look of his gaze.
'SHRINKING~'
Stupid inner voice. I realised that he was waiting for my answer and my voice betrayed my nervousness as I replied, "Colt. Colt Reyes."
He crossed his arms and looked like he was thinking. Finally, he said "Colt boy, you're wearing your judo gi the wrong way. Cross the left side over the right one." He looked at me and it seemed that he was expecting me to change it right on the spot. Oh, yeah obviously he would be expecting that. In my quickest speed, I swapped the sides of the gi. I prayed that he found no more fault with me and not bother about me anymore, but oh life never goes your way. My prayer wasn't answered.
"COLT, WHY DO YOU NEED TO WEAR A SHIRT BELOW YOUR GI. ARE YOU ANY DIFFERENT FROM THE OTHERS? ARE YOU SPECIAL? ANSWER ME!" He yelled so loudly, I thought his body would not be able to handle the pressure and explode and we would both die together.
My mind was in a state of panic. Omg, what was I supposed to do?! Now I had angered who seemed to be like the worst choice of teachers to piss off. In my confusion, I forgot what Mister Pacman had said and my mind was blank. Oh, shit. "Uhm.." Was all I could mutter out.
"YOU AREN'T GOING TO ANSWER ME, HUH, COLT MY DEAR BOY?" Mister Pacman glared at me with such intensity; I thought my insides were melting.
I realised he was actually waiting for my answer and remembered his question. What was the best excuse!? I was starting to sweat as I panicked. The first day of school was gonna be my death anniversary. I didn't want to die!! Suddenly, as though a switched was turned on, I thought of the medical excuse. "I-I have a certain skin problem Sir. When I sweat, I get rashes and the shirt can help absorb the sweat better. So the effect isn't that great. It-It's a special shirt that is extra-absorbent and uh, yeah, it's for my skin condition so I need to wear it." I clenched my fists at the side, trying to hold my fear in. I hoped that he would just take my excuse and leave! It was crappy, but it was valid! It was a medical excuse! I felt like I could faint any moment, gosh.
After a moment, Mister Pacman seemed to have accepted it and did not ask for any medical proof. Thank goodness, or I would have to cook something up or go through some crazy stuff to get it. He walked away and went on to terrorize his next victim. I pitied him whoever he was. *Sigh*
After he was done with his rounds, he paired us up and went through the basics. Finally, the lesson was starting. I was paired with Shane. I swooned with ecstatic joy. He seemed like a pro, with his brown belt. Some in our class were on different levels of judo and had different colored belts. Like Kyler, who had a blue one. Despite the difference in levels, Mister Pacman wanted us all to start from the basics. He said the more advanced ones could brush up on their fundamentals and help the beginners.
Shane and I stood facing each other and on the count of three, Mister Pacman blew his whistle which signaled the start of our sparring.
We grabbed onto each other's gis and tried to throw one another onto the ground in an attempt to subdue. I could see that Shane was going easy on me. He could have easily taken me down but he didn't. After a few moments of struggling, I felt myself lose stamina and Shane succeeded in pushing me to the mat, pinning me down. Ugh, I gave up, I was exhausted. Though, Shane didn't seem to even break a sweat!
I was panting like I had no air left in my lungs. After recovering myself, I noticed that our faces were at such a close proximity, and I couldn't help but stare and admire his gorgeous looks. His long eyelashes were so attractive. They looked soft and fluffy and I wondered what it would be like to touch them. I was about to raise my hand to his face when I realised we were still in that awkward pinning position and Shane looked at me with an odd expression. What, was my face blue or something? I felt self-conscious all of a sudden with him staring at my face and tried to break from his hold. He looked like he was in deep thought and his mind was not in his body. I snapped my fingers, trying to gain his attention and said, "Uh, Shane? Earth? Is your doorbell working? Hey, the mat isn't actually very comfortable y'know." I felt like slapping myself. WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME, BEING SO MEAN TO HIM. I COULD HAVE JUST TOLD HIM GENTLY TO GET OFF.
He shook his head as though trying to clear his mind and ruffled his hair. That was totally cute of him. He looked so adorable doing that! He hoisted himself off me and I felt cold without his warmth. I felt kinda sad by that action and regretted disturbing whatever thoughts he had as it made him leave my side. How could he create such feelings in me? I mentally slapped myself to stop my internal rambling and focus on reality. I didn't quite catch what he said with my mental self conversation. Yeah, I know, I'm crazy.
The lesson was soon over and we all lined up in front of Mister Pacman, waiting for him to dismiss us. "Disperse!" He commanded and we dashed out of the stadium to our locker rooms, hurrying to escape Mister Pacman. My first P.E. lesson was horrifying with him as my teacher. I hoped whatever sport we were taking the next semester, he would not be in charge. My impression of him was scary, but stupid. He actually took my crappy excuse. Joke, though it was to my advantage. Oh well. All brawns, no brains.
I was one of the last to reach the locker room. I grabbed my clothes and headed for the shower. Kev went in first to help me check if it was okay for me to go in. Apparently, there were partitions and doors in the showers of this school. I should have expected it. Most of the guys had already finished showering so the shower room was pretty empty and I didn't need to face a horrible confrontation with a bunch of half/fully naked guys.
The shower room was brightly-lit and the floor was tiled a cream color, as with the walls. The doors were made of translucent glass that was tinted a pale green. Plants lined the entrance and there was a huge full-length mirror. It looked like paradise but no way was I gonna stay outside and admire its beauty with the chance of bumping into any male not fully-clothed.
I scurried into a cubicle and removed my wig and clothes. They were so uncomfortable and sticky, eww. I used my favourite green tea shampoo. I liked the refreshing smell it gave off. I had another twenty minutes left to shower. The school allowed a thirty-minute break after P.E. lessons but I guess guys didn't really need that long to bathe. I relaxed as the warm water splashed over me.
~Shane's POV~
I closed my eyes as I allowed the water to flow over my face. What was that I felt throughout the whole lesson? Colt made me feel... Weird. He felt oddly fragile to me too. Even through the thick gi, I could feel that he had a small build and I did not dare to go rough on him as I feared he would break. I felt protective of him for some reason unknown even to me.
He had very soft features and looked pretty for a guy. If he were a girl, I bet he would be stunning, pity. I realised I was admiring his features as he snapped his fingers to attract my attention. I must seem like some freak, unwilling to get off a guy. What if he thought I was gay! I definitely am not! Damn it, what was wrong with me? As I scrambled off his body, I felt a sense of loss. I didn't like it. I muttered an apology to him and brushed myself. Throughout the rest of the lesson, my mind was in a whirl.
I smelt a refreshing green tea smell. Someone was using soap of that flavor. I checked the time and realised I was left with five more minutes. I never had spent so much time in the shower before. That new kid had got to me somehow. I dried myself and changed into the school uniform. When I left the cubicle, I saw Colt come out at the same time as me. He was a few cubicles away. I brushed all unwanted thoughts about him before and went on being my cheerful self again.
"Hey Colt dude! Hurry up, don't wanna be late for the next lesson!" I smiled at him as I walked past. Colt smelt like green tea. I took a great whiff before leaving. Damn, I was freaking even myself. I ruffled my hair. It comforted me.
~Chloe's POV~
I came out of the shower five minutes before the next lesson started as I didn't want to have a bad impression on my first lesson. I was surprised to see Shane come out at the same time as me. I thought he was the kind that was quick to come outta the bath. His wet hair clung to his face and he looked totally hot. Also, he was totally cute when he did the ruffle hair thingy. He made my heart work extra hard. He left, saying something about the next lesson. I didn't really pay notice to what he said as his face held all of my attention. Oh yeah, shit. Lessons. I grabbed my stuff and headed to the locker room to dump them before rushing off to Geography.
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A/N: Hey guys, sorry for taking such a long time to upload! I was busy mugging for my exams and it just ended. I gave y'all Shane's POV as an apology! Hope you guys won't hate me and continue supporting!(: Sorry if it isn't what you wanted or liked. I'll try my best! Do comment/fan/vote if you like! Love you guys!(: Will try to upload more often, now that the exams are O-V-E-R~ :D Wish me luck in attaining good results! ^^