Postby Jon Snow » Tue May 05, 2015 11:28 am
Part 3 - Aria's POV
I was so frustrated!
I tried so hard in that last game. SO HARD!
And we still lost. Not by much, but still.
I was so hooked on the game, I did't notice the reaction of the crowd. The girls told me that boys were wolf-whistling at me when I was moving around. I just sighed and reminded her that boys are immature. Me, I've hit puberty, sure, but boys don't interest me. They are just a distraction - what's the point?
The problem is, I have to deal with said immaturity a lot of the time. This is because, as a sport fanatic, I do a lot of different sports. Some, especially gymnastics, swimming, and indeed, volleyball, have skimpy outfits. So yeah, I get a lot of male attention.
But I ignore it.
I was sitting on the bench in the changing room, hugging my knees to my chest. Bianca came over to me and said gruffly, but kindly, "Wasn't your fault, girl. Don't worry about it."
That's the funny thing about Bianca: with anyone who pisses her off, as well as woth boys as a rule, she's gruff and no-nonsense. But with her friends, she's protective and shows huge affection. (Don't tell her I said that though!)
Then, we were interrupted by some commotion. We heard male voices.
Addison squealed - she was in the middle of getting changed, her skirt and socks lying discarded on the floor, wearing only panties and her gym shirt.
Three boys walked into the room. One, a short, stocky one smiled at the sight of Addison. "Nice!"
The second, a tall, weaselly looking boy, looked hugely excited and had a mean sneer on his face.
The final boy was interesting. He was handsome, in a kind of "I don't really care how I look" way. He had brown hair and blue eyes. I don't normally look at boys at all, but this one caught my attention for some reason. I saw sadness in his eyes that made me insanely curious. He seemed to have a kind but also frustrated and guilty look on his face.
He locked eyes with me and mouthed "sorry", while gesturing at the other two boys.
Addison was too shocked to speak, but Bianca made up for it. "What the hell are you guys doing in here? This is the girl's changing room. Emphasis on "GIRL'S". You know, because ONLY GIRLS ARE ALLOWED!"
The short boy flinched, the handsome boy looked at the floor but the weaselly one looked her in the eyes.
"You don't scare me!" he sneered. "Not after that dreadful performance."
Bianca's hands curled into fists. Addison looked angry too. I thought they might retort somehow, but the handsome boy beat them both to it.
He grabbed Weasel-Boy's shoulder and said, "I'm really sorry about this. He doesn't know what he's saying."
Weasel Boy shook him off. "Don't patronise me! I know what I'm saying. You played like shite!"
Again, Bianca was about to reply but the Handsome One (I enjoyed making these nicknames, and it helped me occupy myself while staying out of the action) again beat her to it. I got the feeling he had been trying to stop the other two for a while.
"Ethan, man. This isn't cool. They're changing! You know, there is such a thing as "modesty"!" He said, with a pointed but repsectful glance at Addison.
Addison smiled at me and mouthed. "I like this one!"
The weaselly boy, Ethan, I now knew, retorted, "Andrew, stop defending them. You hear me? They don't even know you!"
The cutie, Andrew, replied under his breath. It sounded like "They can't be worse friends than you!"
Addison gasped quietly. So did the short boy. This was clearly quite out of character for Andrew, seeing as even he looked suprised.
Ethan turned round slowly. "What was that?"
Andrew paled. "Nothing, Ethan. Forget it."
Ethan smiled cruelly. "Nothing, huh? Well, then I'll give you "nothing" in return."
Then he punched Andrew in the head.
All three of us girls gasped. Andrew fell and smashed his head on a bench and landed near my feet.
The short boy covered his mouth. "Shit, Ethan!"
Ethan smiled, and sneered, "See? That was nothing!" The smile did not reach his eyes though - he was shokced himself.
As Bianca and Addison went to confront the boys, I knelt down next to Andrew's head. I placed my hand gently on his forehead. He wasn't bleeding, that was good, but he was unconscious.
Concerned, I pulled his head into my lap and held him, hoping to stay with him until he woke up.
The sounds of the argument buzzed in the background. I gently stroked Andrew's forehead.
A lock of hair covered his eye. I used a finger to gently brush it away. Wow, he really was very cute.