After lunch I made my way to the locker room. The day was going pretty well to say the least. Everyone keeps looking at me though like they want to say sorry for what happened. I didn’t want their pity though. I hated the fact that everyone knew and what they were saying was probably worse than what actually happened. You know how high school gossip is like playing a game of telephone…it always gets worse with each person that tells it and it’s always worse than what was actually said.

I finally made it to the locker rooms and went to change. Ashley had tried several times to talk to me today and of course I made every effort to divert them. As I finished changing I felt a tap on my shoulder so I turned around and it was Kyla.

Kyla: Hey Spencer

I was surprised to see her in the locker room seeing as she had English this period.

Spencer: Kyla what are you doing here? You don’t have P.E. this period?

I said and she laughed.

Kyla: well duh

She said taking a seat next to me on the bench

Kyla: Mr. grey decided he didn’t want to show up to teach English today so they sent us down here to P.E. which is stupid I think.

She said changing her clothes.

Spencer: Yeah that is pretty dumb they could have just had someone watch the class.

I said reprimanding the schools retarded system.

Kyla: I know! That’s what I said. But it’s cool though I have track sixth period and could use the warm up.

She said tying up her shoelaces. We both finished getting ready and she put her things in the locker next to mine. We then proceeded out of the locker room but not before Kyla checked her hair in the mirror.

Spencer: so how was the party last night?

I asked her making small talk. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail that made her look utterly adorable. I swear if Kyla was gay and so not my best friend and if it wouldn’t be weird, Id date her. She was as cute as a button.

Kyla: It was good I got buzzed but not wasted. You know me when I’m wasted and I didn’t have you there to be my wing man so I opted for the effect of alcohol but not in full.

She said and I laughed. As she finished up the touches to her hair, I spotted Ashley walking our way, I guess on her way out of the locker room. She was wearing her spandex shorts with a red tank top. God she’s so fucking hot.  I thought as she walked down the corridor towards us.  Kyla stopped primping and glared at her. Ashley was about to pass us and I saw Kyla stick her foot out, attempting to trip Ashley. I say attempting because I yanked her back so Ashley wouldn’t trip. Ashley smiled at me but kept going, completely obliviously to the fact that she was about to eat concrete if I wouldn’t have jerked Kyla back. She made it safely out of the locker room and I turned to face a laughing Kyla.

Spencer: Kyla I swear you better not start anything.  

I told her sternly. She smiled.

Kyla: Like I said I make no promises. As a best friend I cant let her get away with what she did. It’s the rules.

She replied with a devilish smirk on her face. I shook my head at her words. We continued to make our way out of the locker room. When we finally reached the gym and went inside we bumped into Chelsea. 

Spencer: Hey Chels what’s up?

I asked, trying to effectively talk over the music playing from the speakers in the gym.

Chelsea: Nothing much but guess whose class we have to play with today?

She said, smirk planted on her face.

Spencer: Hmm I don’t know, who?

I asked, really not knowing.

Chelsea: Ashley’s.

She said and I immediately got a bad feeling. Kyla, Chelsea and Ashley playing on the same grounds equals not so good. They both hated Ashley with a passion. 

Kyla: Oh yea? What are we playing?

She asks and I dreaded that question.

Chelsea: volleyball.

Chelsea said and I saw the wheels in Kyla’s head churning. She had this evil genius smile on her face and I know it was no good. It was the look she got every time before she set up some scheme that usually got us into trouble. Oh great.  Today’s class is going to be…interesting.