"Alright, that concludes PE for today. Clean up the gym and get dressed, we're already late," Mr. Schwarz shouted with a stringent voice.
The students of Delfino High cleared out the gym like it was a drill being practiced for the hundredth time. Mr. Schwarz was the kind of PE teacher with a jogging suit. He was quite young for a teacher, around his 30's. He is a charismatic man and all students respect him.
"Chris, Patrick. Come over here."
Chris and Patrick were the two outcast students every high school seems to have.
"I'm afraid I have to keep you here for another half hour. Your grades are dropping below E."
"Come on, no," said Chris, the chatterbox of the two.
Chris has the biggest mouth amongst all students. He is well known for being a loudmouth without balls. It doesn't really help that he is also one of the shortest students to walk around. To compensate for his own uncertainty, he wears expressive clothes, most of the time accomplished by a beanie or a baseball cap.
"Oh yes, you better believe it. Unless you want an F on your report?" Mr. Schwarz convinced the two students.
"God damnit, and here I had plans for an online Call of Duty session."
Opposite to Chris, Patrick is the reserved and silent type of the two. He's tall, skinny and pimply. He always wears black oversized t-shirts with nerdy messages or phrases on them.
Mr. Schwarz gave the two some coordination exercises. Meanwhile, he was doing some of his own administration. The two poor performing students used the extra exercise to catch up on their digital knowledge:
"Have you checked the DLC for Need for Speed Most Wanted?" Patrick asked Chris.
"Nope, fresh out of MP."
"I'm gonna format my drive one of these days. I'm almost through my 1 TB."
"My external is still for sale, you know," Chris offered Patrick to buy something off him.
"Deleting is easier."
After half an hour, extra PE-lesson was over for Chris and Patrick. Mr. Schwarz rounded up the day:
"Okay boys, clean up those cones and wipe the floor. I have to leave early for a meeting. See you tomorrow!"
"Right, bye!" Patrick waved.
When the gym was taken care of, Chris and Patrick went to the dressing room. They still chattered on about their computers and their games.
"My brother bought Super Smash Bros. Brawl for his Wii."
"That game sucks balls. Kiddy trash with all the happy colors," Chris denigrated.
"How's your Nvidia Geforce GTX 750?"
"It rocks. I'm currently running GTA V at max res."
"Sweet."
When the boys were putting on their good clothes, the dressing room door slowly screeched open.
"Hey? What are you doing here?" Patrick asked confused.
"You do realize this is a men's room, right?" Chris added.
"You call yourself men? Show me."
The two students had no idea what was happening or who entered their dressing room.
"Show? S...show what?" Patrick stuttered.
"You sure you wanna hang with the big boys?" Chris bragged.
"Y'know who I am?"
"Yes. You're Ashlee...right?" Patrick stuttered on.
"I'm the embodiment of desire," Ashlee spoke calmly while locking the door behind her.
"Well, Ash-Lee," said Chris whilst confidently walking towards Ashlee, "if you're so desiring, then why don't you st-"
*SMACK!* Sounded the harsh slap in Chris' face.
"GAAAAAHHHHRRR!" Having his hand on his cheek, Chris grunted in pain while looking with peeling eyes to Ashlee.
Walking forwards with a threatening dead eyed glance, Ashlee forced Chris walking backwards and tripping over his own sportsbag. Biting on her teeth and squinting her eyes in a frighteningly evil way, she knocks down a bench full of gym stuff in a short explosion of rage and insanity.
"You pansies are going to give me infinite pleasure," she growled with an evil grin.
"GAAAHHH...aaaahh...oommf"
"Get up, crybaby!"
"I'm sorry, but-" Patrick tried to reason Ashlee.
"What! You complaining?"
In the meantime, Chris struggled up with torn eyes.