My teeth were clenched together on the side of my face as a sign of my commitment not to take part in any way in what they were saying. I was determined not to participate in any way in what they were saying. I wasn't positive whether or not they got a pleasure out of behaving in this way, but even if they did, I didn't intend to provide it to them since I didn't believe they deserved it and I didn't know whether or not they got a rush out of acting in this manner.
I continued to maintain that sitting posture for the whole of the educational part.
Duko could only manage to take quick, shallow breaths as he battled to retain his breath as his hand slipped in a manner that it shouldn't have. Duko's hand slid in a way that it shouldn't have. At one point, his fingers slid through my hair, and he pulled a stray strand of it gently with his fingertips. He did this many times during our conversation.
My cheeks were beginning to redden rather noticeably, so I had no choice but to tilt my head to the side in an attempt to conceal my appearance.
I saw very quickly that Lowell was the more restrained of the two, and it didn't take me long to figure out why. The whole time we were working together, his attention was solely directed at me.
When he was looking at me with a blank face, his eyes would sometimes flicker towards his brother. Other times, however, they would remain fixated on me. I was certain that I could see the embers of jealousy burning in his eyes.
They wanted to take turns bothering me, which would have been wonderful to do but it's too bad since they wanted to do it.
In the session that followed the one I had taught, there were three students named Faolan, Lovel, Duko, and Daciana.
I had reached the stage in this particular class where I was beginning to have conflicting thoughts about it.
The only silver lining to this cloudy circumstance was the fact that I had no choice but to sit next to Daciana, who stood between me and further harassment at the hands of Duko. One of the worst aspects of the situation was that Lovel and her friends regularly embarrassed me in front of their other acquaintances. Someone who sees themselves as resistant to sorrow must find her statements to be especially stinging.
My whole day was spent dreading having to go to my workout class at the gym. After that, for the next twenty-five to thirty days, we would go back and forth between playing volleyball and basketball.
I've never been one to excel at simple tasks, particularly when it comes to playing sports. And I know this is going to sound stupid, but it seemed like the ball was always magnetised to my face. It just kept coming back.
Volleyball was the only option available to me that did not include either Duko or Lowell, so I decided to go with that. I was completely unprepared when Lovel informed me that she would also be playing volleyball.
It did not seem that any of my options were really tempting. You have the choice of playing volleyball and putting up with Lovel's angry remarks or playing basketball and putting up with the twins' invasive touches. Either way, you will need to be patient.
If I had to choose, I'd go with the cutting comments any day of the week.
I was able to find a workout shirt that comfortably suited me in the medium size, but the only shorts in the size small that they had were the ones that were available.
I was naturally slim, but I had full hips and a rounder bottom than most individuals my size. My bottom was also rounder than my hips. My shorts kept running up on my thighs, and in my opinion, they looked like they were on the edge of ripping at any given moment. It is a blessing that the peculiar mesh material that is often used in the production of gym shorts can be relied upon to be long-lasting.
I am not sure how I did it, but I was able to go fifteen minutes without being struck by the volleyball until something finally gave. I don't know how I did it.
Lovel had just delivered the serve, and a member of the other team had just put the ball back into play. I was prepared for the impact since I was aware that the ball was going to strike me in the face, so I braced myself.
It wasn't a blow to the face that knocked me down, but rather an unanticipated method by which I landed on the ground. As my head bounced back and forth, I heard a horrible crunch as it connected with the linoleum floor below it. My teeth began to click against one another, and as a consequence, I let out a scream of uncertainty.
"What the hell, Lovota?" she said. Are you doing okay? The familiar sound of Faolan voice could be heard coming from above me.
I was happy to accept her hand as she helped me to my feet and extended her hand out for me to do so as she pulled me to my feet.
The ground began to shake very little, and I knew that when I woke up in the morning, despite the fact that I was going to have a horrible headache, I was going to be able to survive.
"What the hell just took place?" I heaved a sigh as I ran my fingers over the side of my head, checking for any indications of blood loss. I sighed again.
My attention was drawn away from Lovel's smug grin and brought to bear on Farkas's staring instead. She was having a good time with another one of the women when she saw that I was observing, and when she did, she mocked me by pointing her finger in my way and laughing.
"There was a love affair." I clamped my teeth together and then responded to my own question with the information.
As soon as I saw that the other students in the class had stopped playing basketball, I got the idea that it would be fascinating to find out what had just taken place.
After taking in all of the other youngsters in the room, my attention was eventually drawn to Duko and Lowell.
My heart was on the point of stopping as I took in their drenched and dishevelled bodies, and I saw that their hair was a mess. The nasty looks that were sent in my direction by both of them were sufficient to make my blood run as cold as ice.
"Farkas, please take Lovota to the nurse." The teacher of physical education encouraged everyone else to continue playing by saying, "Everyone else, get back to playing!"
It seemed as if nothing had ever happened until a couple more blows of the whistle were given.
After taking my hand, Farkas escorted me to the nurse's office, where we waited together as a group.
"Honey, I'll be right back in a minute. Please don't worry about me. This poor child just threw up in the middle of science class. I feel terrible for him. As soon as the nurse realised anything was amiss, she jerked back in shock and dashed out of the room.
You may say something to the effect of, "At least you're not the only one having a bad day?" The statement that Farkas made was in the form of a question, and as he did so, she let out a little giggle at that time.
"I see what you mean." When I felt a dull pain building on the side of my head, I couldn't help but let out a chuckle of dry humour. Someone else responded, "At least everyone else saw her knock me down," which is exactly what happened. "It's not my fault."
"It's not like anything terrible will happen to her." The lines that were already there on Farkas's face became deeper, and she pulled her lips together tightly.
As I stated that, my frown became even more intense, and I said, "Why the hell not? Everyone saw her knock me down; the question is, at what point does anything like that become acceptable? For the simple reason that she is Lovel, one of Lowell's most cherished playthings." Farkas laughed despite the fact that he had no sense of humour.
The question "What the hell is wrong with these people?" kept popping into my brain as I couldn't help but shake my head. In what way is it even possible for them to avoid getting into trouble?
"Their parents like to act as though they own the town or something." Farkas shrugged, seeming genuinely surprised by the statement. "No one wants to get on their bad side, especially the twins," he said. "Especially the twins."
"That is something that needs to change." I think what I really said was something along the lines of, "You don't have to sit here with me you know."
"I don't care what the reason is; I just want to get out of going to the gym." "How's your head feeling?" Farkas grinned as he made the remark.
"Like, I need to get a new one." I gave a jovial grin and a little nod. It would be wonderful if the nurse could give me some Advil since I've been in a lot of pain.
"Oh, thinking about it reminds me that there's a party coming up on Saturday, and I'd love it if you could come with me. I will make sure that Daciana receives the invitation after school as well." When Farkas smiled, his teeth showed off a brilliant whiteness that was rather striking.
I couldn't help but chuckle out loud as I scratched the back of my head and said, "How did that remind you of a party?"
After that, Farkas gave a shrug of the shoulders and said, "No clue, but are you interested?"
It gave the impression that Farkas was a member of every social group that she encountered. She was one of the females in the group. Even though the vast majority of her friends were the athletic kids at school, Farkas had an uncanny ability to fit in without being noticed.