Following that confrontation, I head back to my next class only to be told that Mrs. Hoi, my Honors Japanese instructor, had called out sick on Saturday, simply to find out this morning at the hospital she was three months pregnant. Now she is on maternity leave. The one class I was looking forward to this year, canceled. I slowly turn around and barely dodge running into a nerd with saucers, I mean glasses. I aimlessly waltz down the hall. I take out my schedule to review my classes for this marking period. That means that my next class would be P.E. After that, I'm done! Oh God, how I despise Phys. Ed. But for now, I have time to myself. I take this opportunity to scramble down the hall to the library, where I know I will be left alone.

Again, fate is enjoying my misfortune because when I move to sit in my secluded corner, somebody is there. I turn away as quickly as possibly. I may be a loner, but I am still part of the male species. She was smokin' hot. Red hair with beautiful golden horns sticking out from the wavy locks, long legs, the perfect body, gradient black to red wings, and a tail that sways back and forth to whatever she was reading. "Don't judge a woman by her looks. I mean, she gained a couple of pounds after you and the twins were born, but she is just as good-looking as when I married her." I recall hearing my dad chuckle as my mom swatted at him. Oi, father. You and mom are always lovey-dovey. Gross.

I manage to keep my thoughts in my head rather than having them traveling to my groin. I walk back toward the front to the "T" sector, Military Art section to get The Art of War. Yes, I have read the book 3 times, and all three times, it was great. Anyone who dares call me a nerd, piss off. I check the book out at the front desk in hopes of finishing it later. I flash the lady at the desk an award-winning grin, and she nearly passes out as I thank her for her help.

I pull out my headphones to listen to Dynamite by BTS. I am a K-pop fan, and I will not hesitate to tell you what I know if the subject comes up. I'm so caught up in my own little world, by the time I look up, it's almost time for my next class to start. It's a good thing I was lazy and wore my gym clothes under my hoodie and sweats. The gym is across the hall from the changing rooms, which are coincidentally next to the library. I throw my clothes into my locker and shut the door. I walk into the gym and stretch until the teacher comes in. And the teacher for Phys. Ed. also happens to be the coach for the football team, Mr. Jonathan O'Reilly. He tells us that today, we will be playing basketball. Basketball is my top sport, apart from soccer. At my old school, they said if I kept practicing, that I would probably get scouted. I continued to practice and train my body until I was almost unstoppable. So tell me why Thomas walked in with the basketballs, looked at me, then grinned.