Girls Like You Have Such An Easy Heart to Steal

Have you ever felt like you just wanted to fit in? Well, so did Noah. Coming from a small town, who has now moved to the big city. What's worse than being apart of a crowd? Not having any friends at all. But everything changes for Noah when the 'bad group' adds him in. How will this straight A student from a small town change when he gets in with this crowd?

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3. Public Restrooms and Asthmatic Gym Aesthetics

As a kid, I was a germaphobe. I had gotten better, aside from the constant hand washing and the refusal to use a public restroom. Unfortunately for me though, I was in my junior year of high school. In a school. A public school. Which means, public restrooms.

It was 6th period, right after lunch. Of course I had to go, but I didn't want to go in school, although, I didn't really have much of a choice. I raised my hand during a lecture, bad move. 

"Isotopes are different variants of the same element. The reason they are different, is because of the number of- Put your hand down, Mr. Price- a different number of neutrons." The teacher clicked his laser pointer on and pointed it to the periodic table. "Take Carbon for example." 

I crossed my legs and raised my hand once more. "Sir," I spoke slightly above a normal tone.

"Mr. Price, what is so important that you would take the time of your classmates?" He folded his arms across his chest.

I pointed to the door. "I really have to go, can I have a bathroom pass?"

"I don't know Mr.Price, can you?" He pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"May I?" I corrected, already standing up. 

"No, you may not. Now sit down and don't interrupt me again young man, or you'll be in detention." He turned back to the periodic table.

I kept my legs crossed for the rest of class, hoping my bladder contents would not spill out all over my underwear and my khaki uniform pants.

The bell rang, I closed my book and dashed out the door, down the stairs, and into the first bathroom I saw. I unzipped my pants and started to relieve myself when I finally smelled the room. It smelled of foul urine, underarm sweat, and a small tinge of weed.

I took a paper towel and pushed the handle down on the urinal. I washed my hands thoroughly in the sink and then once more. I grabbed the door with the sleeve of my sweater and rushed out. 

As I was readjusting my sweater, a group of girls giggled and looked at me. "Your pants are unzipped." They giggled once more and walked off.

I turned toward the wall and tried to zip up my pants, but it was no use. The zipper was stuck! I pulled my unnaturally long sweater over it and headed to gym class.

I looked down and away from all the half naked boys in the room and undressed. I got dressed in my gym uniform and walked quickly to the gym, which would have looked normal, had I not had the legs of a 40 year-old woman. 

I'm not a big guy, I'm a 130 pound boy in a small T-shirt at best, all my weight goes to my bottom half, which again, gives me mom legs.

The PE teacher is nothing to gawk at either though, so that's in my favor. He looks like an identical twin of the comic book guy on The Simpsons. 

He blew his whistle. "Alright, so today we were gonna play football outside, but since you're all little pansies and I have a gym class full of girls," 

This is an all boy gym class.

"we're gonna run laps in the gym, make you girls all nice and sweaty."

That was really creepy.

He blew his whistle again. "Let's go ladies. Get those knees high!"

We all started to run around the gym. On the third or fourth lap, the three asthmatic kids, two out of the three also have diabetes, started to wheeze and their breaths were whistling, like my air conditioner in the summer.

"Parker, Jones, and Wallaby are you tired?" He called.

"No coach!" They collectively wheezed.

"Good. Get those knees up to your boobs Wallaby! I wanna see all of your rolls giggling!"

"Is this guy serious?" I breathed and looked over at the kid next to me. 

"Yeah. He doesn't believe in asthma." He mumbled and ran ahead of me.

I thought the gym class would never end, but when it finally did, the room smelled terribly of testosterone and underarm.

The coach has a bathing rule, you sweat, you shower. Of course, that meant, we all had to shower. 

I kept my eyes on the tiles while i washed my body and my hair.

I dressed quickly and dashed to my locker, school was over, first day, complete.

 


 

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