The first thing that happens when I enter the locker room is that a sock flies straight into my face.

And, judging by the smell, not a fresh but a used one.

I pick it off of my face gingerly, trying to not touch it as best as I can.

Looking at the idiots in the locker room with a disgusted face, I grab the guilty looking ass near me and shove the sock inside his mouth.

Choking, he yanks it out of his mouth and looks at me aghast, before he runs to the toilets and starts dry heaving.

Okay, maybe that was a little too gruel of me.

But he deserved it, he already shoved me down the stairs (by accident) and knocked me over in a basketball-match.

That fucking hurt!

Still, I feel guilty and follow him to the stall and ask him if everything’s alright.

I give him some of the apple juice I brought to school today and a mint chewing gum.

He looks at me with raised brows. “Was that really necessary?”, he asks me.

“The sock inside your mouth or the apple juice and chewing gum?”, I ask smirking.

“You’re an idiot”, he says, annoyed.

I shrug. “You deserved it”, I say.

“How on earth did I deserve that?! I didn’t even aim at you!”

I grin at him and flick his forehead.

“What was that for?!”, he asks me.

I just shrug, turn around and change into my PE clothes. If he doesn’t even remember, he isn’t worth an explanation.

***

Whoever invented soccer: Screw you.

We’re only five minutes into the game and there are already three people with mild injuries, including me.

Why did the teacher choose a game with as much physical contact as soccer?

Those rowdies bump into each other and than jump you when they make a goal.

That and the consistent shouting are annoying the heck out of me.

I mean, couldn’t we play volleyball or maybe dance?

But no, either it’s soccer, basketball or even American football.

And once or twice a year running laps, stretching and gymnastics, which are my favorite lessons.

I’m really thinking about skipping PE next time.

I look up to watch my teammates, desperately trying to make a goal the last minute, when suddenly those idiots are running in my direction.

And as if that’s not enough, the ass from earlier passes me the fucking ball and everybody seems to be adamant on getting it by running me over.

He definitely deserved the sock in his mouth, the dickhead!

I’m gonna kill him!

That is, if I survive the onslaught of idiots that seem to be twice my size!

Okay, maybe not twice my size, but even the girls are bigger than me with my 158 centimeters, not to mention the guys!

The fuck did you think, genes?!

Petrified, I stare at a wall of smiling, concentrated, angry and smirking faces thinking what the fuck I got myself into this time.

When my fight or flight instincts finally kick in, it’s already too late and I got kneed into the gut, doubling over and falling to the ground. What the fudge was that for?!

“Maybe he really IS a male? Or should we try again, just to be sure?”, someone laughs, quickly followed by snickering of the rest of the class.

Of course they would choose a moment, were Lassy’s somewhere else, those scaredy-cats.

Lassy is practicing martial arts since she can walk, her parents own the Martial-Arts-Club in the city and everyone is trying to be as nice to her as possible, without being too nice, if you know what I mean.

Where the fuck is the teacher when I need him?

“Play with someone your own size, dickhead.”, I say.

“Aw, and what happens if I don’t, faggot?”

“Just fuck off already! What did I even do to you?!”

I look up at him. He looks thoughtful, before he starts to smirk again. “Why should I spare a perv like you? What if you taint us with your gayness?”, he asks.

“How come you think I’m gay? I don’t think I ever mentioned something like this before, and believe me, I would know.

You’re in the wrong and what’s more, you know it. You can talk until you’re blue in the face, but that doesn’t mean you’re right!”

Pain explodes in my abdomen when something hits me hard.

I cry out, desperately trying to get up.

You will regret this, I think.

“Oh no, you won’t run away again little pussy!”, he laughs.

He kicks me over and over again, as everything seems to spin and I’m slowly blacking out.