First period was fun. I argued with an arrogant Alpha, and I seemed to successfully make him angry! I am really good at that, I wish it was a job. My second class was P.E., and I was really dreading it. I hate changing in front of others. I felt uneasy, and very... flawed? Not really, but I just hated it. I was insecure, and when others can see me like that, I feel extremely broken. Like I was ruined and everyone else was perfect. I also felt very fragile and weak. But, that's why you always wear a tank top underneath. It always helped me feel better about myself. When I got into the locker room, Demi was there along with a bunch of other dudes. I looked around, and Smirked. Alpha boy was here. He hadn't noticed me, and he was still half naked. He has a freaking six pack? I feel cheated. I should follow this dudes workout.

"Hey, bro. Check it out, Omega boy just walked in!" one of the Betas informed the now dressed Alpha of my presence. I wish I knew his name.

"Well, if it isn't the small minded pretty-boy." Demi was looking at me, I was now leaning against the door frame with a smug look. He was glowering at me. Suddenly, he was smirking too, and crossed his arms. 

"Hey, Angel, couldn't leave me alone? Come crawling back for more? Sorry, I'm not into foul-mouthed weaklings." His friends laughed at him, even though it wasn't very funny, and hit him on the back. Demi was glaring at him. 

"Mmmm, sounds nice, but I prefer intellectuals." I couldn't help but smile with my teeth as he frowned and growled at me.

"Come get changed," Demi seemed more relaxed as he opened the curtain to the changing room for me. He knew how uncomfortable I got when I had to change in public. I had a lot of scars and stuff.

"Thanks, babe," I teased, looking back at the Alpha. His eyes were narrowed at Demi! Haha, what a idiot! That's great! I quickly got changed, hurrying so no one could walk in on me. I opened the curtain, the slightly loose clothing barely hanging on. A couple of people looked at me, the loud screech of the curtains drawing their attention. I don't mind, and sit on the bench, getting on my phone. I wait for the bell to ring, or the coach to blow his whistle signaling that it's time to go. 

I'm afraid that we will be practicing Football, because that's the season. My brother and Demi both play, and I can't even throw the ball two feet. I prefer Rugby. I am small, yes, but I play smart,. I've played Rugby before, but they didn't play me  a lot. I also play lacrosse, track, baseball, volleyball, Soccer, and Basketball. I don't do cheer and football, because I'm sort of scared of them. I just don't feel too comfortable with that much contact. I find that sports is a great way to stay healthy, and even better at keeping your mind busy. His whistle rings soon enough, and we all flood into the gym, the girls coming from the other side. we all meet the coach in the middle.

"Okay class, we'll just go over the tests, then we'll start  a lesson. First, my name is Coach Nelson, and I will be with you the entire class. if you need to make anything up, come after school and we can sort that out." Someone bumped into me, I expect it to be Demi, but of course it has to be Terri. He's this really big jerk that likes to push me around. I roll my eyes and turn back to the teacher. 

"So, the mile, the pacer, the push up, and the magic test are all of the tests for the year. The Magic one is just to see your ability, so you won't get an F for low magic amount. You will also be doing this in other classes. Anyway, We will be starting with football, because I want some extra practice for my boys! Also, for any of you talented youngsters that want to join, tryouts all week after school!" She was very enthusiastic about football, and we all waited for further instruction.

I tried to team with Demi, but he went with Lacy, a sweet transfer that eats lunch with us. I looked around for more people, but everyone seemed to have a partner. My eyes met with his, and he smirked evilly.

"Hey man, find someone else, I got that one." He lifted his finger, and I wanted to break it.

"Didn't your mother tell you it was rude to point?"

"Yeah, but I don't listen very well." He shrugged, tossing the ball between his hands.

I glared at him ,and he smirked pointing out into the field. I sighed, and jogged out to the 10 yard line. He stayed at the end zone,  while I had to do all of the real work. I don't think that the coach believed in most of us enough to let us go any further than 10 yards. I don't particularly blame her. I wouldn't have faith in me either. 

I turned back towards him, his arm was already loaded back to throw I opened up my arms, waiting for him to throw it. The coach hadn't taught us how to do this, so I was just guessing. He looked at me, and he obviously thought that I was an idiot. I don't blame him for that. I usually just messed around with Demi and my brother. Nothing too serious, so it didn't matter if I caught or threw it properly. 

He looked very disappointed in me, jogging over. He got to the ten yard mark, and I noticed his glare. I couldn't help but smile weakly at him. He just glared harder, making me shrink a bit. Even If I don't like him, I don't have to annoy him. Well, yes, I do, but not this way! I need to move it into my own territory. Like art. Or debate.

"What are you doing?" His words were harsh and mean. I felt my anger rise, but knew better than to act on it. So, I shrugged. Why did he have to talk to me like that? I can do this by myself. It might take a while, but I'll learn.

"Don't shrug at me!" his voice had risen a few octaves, and I couldn't suppress my smile and giggle. He sighed at me, mumbling something about how childish and terrible I am. I smiled wider, knowing that I made him angry. He shouldn't expect any worded answer from me, or for me to actually respect him. That would just be silly.

"I enjoy our time together. I really do. You are so nice to me! All of the time, too!" I smiled at him again, him glaring in return. He started to show me how to hold the ball, how to throw it, and how to catch it. I paid attention, learning quickly, stopping him whenever he tried to go into detail. 

"Alright, are you ready?" He gave me an irritated look, but I nodded, catching a glance at his watch. There was only 10 minutes left of class. 15 including time to get dressed. He jogs back, ball still in hand, and prepares to throw it. I did what he told me, and nod. He pushes his arm forward, letting go of the ball. It comes spiraling at me, and I allow my hands to adjust. The ball spirals into my hands perfectly, relief washing over me. 

The idiot is smiling, looking proud. I am proud of myself. And I'm glad he is too. I throw it back, remembering how he did it. I let go of the ball, and thankfully it made it near him. He still looked proud, and jogged to get the ball. It went on like this the remainder of class, my aim gradually improving. The coach blew her whistle once again, ending our throwing session. We all picked up the gear, and walked to our respective changing rooms.

 I head back into the stall, where my bag holds my clothes. I change again, into my dark-pastel outfit. I walk out, and Demi was still wrestling with his clothes. A lot of the guys seemed to be interested in talking than changing, most of them pulling on pants or shirts. 

"Hey, shorty," the voice was annoying, and I did not want to turn to it, but I did, "Good job today." He smiled warmly. It was a nice look for the intimidating giant.

"You too, ka uila," His eyebrows furrowed at my words, obviously not knowing what I said.

"What does ka-that mean?" He asked, thankfully deciding not to attempt pronunciation. I'm glad that I didn't have o hear him chop it up. I couldn't help but smirk, taking the option to tease him. 

"Wouldn't you like to know, ka uila?" I was still smirking as his eyes narrowed at me. 

I had just called him lightning.

What is wrong with me? 

Why would I even call him that? 

Who is gonna answer these questions?