Kids scurried about cheerfully around the gym, all excited to participate in pointless physical excercises in a preteen-eat-preteen competition sport called “kickball”, which, if you don’t already know, is essentially a dumbed-down version of baseball where one does not recieve a bat or ball that could potentially cause physical harm, but instead, they use their foot and a large, red, rubber ball that bounces with only the slightest provocation.
Zee sat down in the bleachers next to her friend Gabriella, who was only not participating in the aforementioned game because she had sprained her ankle in her dance class the night before. Zee was not participating partially because she hated just about every form of physical activity, and partially because she really, really hated kickball.
“Hey,” said Gabriella, watching as all the abnormally short boys fought over the “pitcher” postion in the game.
“Hey, what’s up?” Zee replied, looking down at her iPod and completely igoring her surroundings, instead opting for the more blockish enviroment her current Minecraft castle-in-the-making had to offer.
“Nothing interesting. Did you catch the homework in Literacy?” Gabriella shared the class with Zee and Jacob.
“We had homework?” Zee looked up, confused.
“I think so...were you not paying attention again?” Gabriella’s voice took on a higher, almost motherly tone, nearly hiding the laugh behind it.
“Maybe, maybe not,” Zee replied in a manner she thought was mysterious. Whether it actually was or not, she didn’t know. Not that she’d admit that.
“Zee. Were you drawing those weird little robot things or talking to Jacob?”
“Uh,” Zee smiled sheepishly, “both?” Gabriella laughed.
“I figured,” she said with a slight hint of an eye roll.
“Did you?” challenged Zee, suddenly defensive in a playful sort of way.
“Uh huh. Do you like him?” Gabriella asked, looking out at the yelling kids. The teacher playing referee appeared to have made a questionable call.
“Like who?” There were at least twenty guys that Gabriella could have been looking at.
“Jacob!” Gabriella said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Oh!” Zee’s face got inexplicibly hot, and she could only assume she was blushing, like she did every time anybody asked her if she liked a guy. It really was quite unfortuante, because then the person asking assumed that she liked the guy they had inquired about, as it never crossed their puny minds that Zee might blush every time the topic was brought up. Idoiots. “No.”
“Really? ‘Cause you kinda act like you do.” Gabriella raised her eyebrows and Zee exerted tremendous amounts of self control in order to avoid any legal action taken against her for physical violence.
“Do I?” She said, looking fixedly down at her small screen. You probably could have made pancakes on her face. Not that it would have been wise for you to try (assuming, of course, that you wouldn’t want to have to take legal action against her for physical violence).
“Yeah, you do.”
“Well. I don’t.”
“Uh huh, okay” Gabriella smiled like she had figured out some enormous secret.
“You are so lucky you’re my friend.” Zee muttered. Somehow, Gabriella heard her over the echoey din of shouts bouncing off the gym walls.
“Because I’m letting you keep your face.” Zee said, and walked out of the gym as the bell rang, dismissing them from school. She didn’t look back to see Gabriella’s reaction.