Corrupting Ms. Popular

C H A P T E R 15

So... I had gym today...

How fun...

I walked to my locker and got my gym clothes before heading to the change rooms. It was awfully crowded so I had to wait for some of the girls to leave.

Once there was enough space, I got dressed in my pull up shorts, a sports bra and shirt and running shoes.

My outfit was grey and my shoes were white. I tied my hair into a messy ponytail and went to go and put my clothes in my locker.

I started making my way to the gym room and when I got there, everyone was sitting on the bleachers. I sat down at a random spot and I waited as the coach came in.

It was a bulky man with blond hair that was basically non-existent. He was wearing a yellow tracksuit that made his ass look fat and he was wearing old worn out sneakers.

I felt a urge to cringe, but suppressed it. All the other people were doing their best to contain their laughter.

“Would any of you mind sharing the joke?”

His voice boomed and it echoed through the gym. Everyone went quite and I couldn't hear any muffled giggles.

“Thought so.”

His voice boomed again as he started walking among the students. Everyone moved away and made space for him to pass through.

“You guys look like skin and bones. And boys, steroids aren't good for you, so I suggest you forget about using it.”

He walked past me and I let out an involuntary sigh of relief when suddenly he turned around and looked at me.

“You. How many laps would you be able to do around the school field in 10 minutes?”

He asked and I swallowed. Did he have to pick on me?

“5.”

He laughed and turned back around and continued to walk through the students.

“5 laps? I want you guys to be able to do 12 laps in 10 minutes. And I can tell that you guys aren't even half as fit as you think you are.”

I sat there along with everyone else and stared at him. Some guys came in carrying boxes and I noticed the horrible yellow tracksuits stacked inside it. I frowned since it was obvious we would have to wear them for gym.

“You guys will receive tracksuits since I noticed that most of you guys don't know how to cover up yourselves.”

I bit the inside of my lip to keep from laughing. The girls who were wearing skimpy bum shorts crossed their arms and huffed in a way they assumed were cute.

“Everyone get a tracksuit in your size. Now, I understand that some of you might have issues with it, but I won't care if you voice out those complaints. Understood?”

A chorus of 'Yes, Sir' was heard throughout the hall and he started handing out tracksuits to everyone. I had to admit that the color was terrible. It was the shade of mustard and made me want to puke. I couldn't think of wearing it...

A packet fell into my lap and I looked at the tracksuit oddly. It made my skin seem slightly darker which was a good sign. Red would've made me look pale and I didn't want that.

When the coach had finished handing them out he let his eyes skim over the crowd.

“Now. This is the first and last period that you guys did nothing. Make sure you are prepared for hell next time you come here. Class dismissed.”

As if on cue the bell rang and I waited for everyone else to get off of the bleachers, since I did not want to get trampled.

I sighed when I remembered that I wasn't going home with Will. And I was going to carry that through. He needed to get it into his head that he can't control me.

I walked out of the gym class and to my locker. Will was standing next to his locker and he was glaring at Liam who was standing in front of my locker.

I noticed that Caleb, Damien and Cole were literally a few steps away and I also noticed there were some guys behind my brother as well.

When I got there, Liam moved and I stored the mustard tracksuit at the bottom where my sports wear usually went and I put my casuals into my bag along with all the books I had homework for.

“Shall we go?”

I turned to Liam instead of Will and as if on cue Leila arrived and clung what I assumed she though as seductively, to Wills arm.

I rolled my eyes and started following Liam out of the school. I could feel the numbness start in my fingers and I ignored it to the best of my abilities.

“Where's your car?”

I asked and I could see Liam smirking through the corner of my eye. What was he hiding?

“I don't have a car.”

I halted in my tracks and turned to him. Was he kidding me right now? By the look on his face I could tell he wasn't.

“I have a motorcycle.”

I felt my heart drop to my feet and I actually considered going back to Will and apologising just so that I didn't have to ride on a death machine.

“Come on, I want to go home.”

He grabbed my arm-gently-and started dragging me. The numbness in my fingers was becoming worse and I could feel my legs start to shake. I debated on taking one of my pills but Liam would ask too many questions.

When we got to Liam’s motorcycle, I was scared. He conveniently had two helmets since he had given Cole a ride to school this morning, but other than that I knew I wouldn’t feel safe on it at all.

Liam got on and I took my time with putting my bag on my back and slowly got on the death machine. I held onto Liam with the grip of a mama bear, but he didn't seem to mind it.

When we started moving, I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that I wouldn't die. I started confessing some of the sins I've done in hope for some protection.

When we pulled into my driveway, I practically jumped off of his motorcycle and Liam let out a loud laugh as he took his helmet off.

I copied his actions, except for the laughing part.

“What's so funny?”

I snapped at him which caused him to laugh harder.

“You were so scared. You practically squashed my bones.”

He burst out laughing and I smiled a tight-lipped smile at him.

“Thank you for the ride, Liam. I will never ask for one again. Understood? Now please leave. I have homework to do and I don't feel like having a confrontation with my brother right now.”

He laughed for a few more seconds before he walked up to me and took his helmet. Our fingers brushed together and I ignored he tingles that travelled up my spine and my thoughts of how sexy he looked while looking down at me.

“No good-bye kiss?”

He pouted and I smirked as I turned around and left him standing there. The cocky bastard.

“Good-bye, Liam.”