gym class zeros

[Zachary DeMoore]

Zachary stretched his long arms over his head, in his black cargo shorts and a plain white top he stood in a short line of his year's gym class. He smirked, looking over at all the junior girls who had to join there lesson due to lake of coach staff on campus, he dropped his arms back down, covering his mouth as he yawned before placing both his hands in his pockets. Monday morning gym class. He hated it, not gym itself of course, but just the fact of having to do it first thing on a Monday morning. Zachary was still hung over from last nights clubbing with his friends, including Sasha, through out the weekend. He'd been up all night with some chick and only got about fourty minutes sleep throughout the entire weekend. Monday morning gym was not a good thing this particular Monday.

Although this weeks Monday morning gym class did have its wonderful perks; like watching junior girls, playing a contact sport - wrestling to be very precise, and watching the girls pinning other girls was every guys dream.. well it was every guys dream if they where into girl on girl action and our young Zachary was defiantly into girl on girl action for sure. There was just something enormously erotic about seeing hott junior girls wrestle one another, sweating and groaning as one tried to pin the other down, and it made Zachary's immorally corrupted little mind wander into untold thoughts and he sighed with that boyish smirk still upon his lips.

Stretching and assembling himself a little more, Zachary's eye wandered to the gymnasiums high windows when he'd just about finished and he frowned. The sky was a dim grey and the trees where blowing in the fierce wind, it was amazing the whole scene wasn't joined with a clap of thunder, but even though the weather wasn't the greatest everyone's spirits where. Zachary bit his tongue, his teeth playing with his sliver stud piercing, and tore his eyes away from the outside world placing his hands on his hips and looked down the line of hormone hungry seniors in search of his comrade Sasha Perabo. The skinny little redheaded kid that was always seen hanging around edges skate park 24'7. Where the heck was he? Zackary bit his lip and looked back over at the huddled groups of junior girls. Maybe Sasha had gotten an early start on charming them all, but Zachary had no sign of the boy.

Sasha Perabo and Zachary DeMoore had been insuperable since they were both around the age of eleven. Zachary was running from the police because he'd just damage school property with a few paint cans and bricks, and Sasha was riding from another set of police for riding through and demolishing the turf of a private property. Sasha almost ran poor Zachary over on his Honda dirt bike, and Zachary explained why he was running and Sasha did too, and then they both rode off into the sunset on the back of Sasha's dirt bike together.. uhm.. in a non gay way.. and they were the bestest of friends ever since that. Zachary liked Sasha because he never commented on his way of dealing with girls. Sasha never lectured him on how fragile hearts where and blah blah blah all that crap. Sasha just let Zachary live it. And Zachary lived it with Sasha right by his side. But that damned boy was no where to be seen!!

Zachary took another quick look around the gymnasium and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he caught the eyes of someone he'd rather go through out his whole life never talking to again. Emily Cope. Emily Cope was a short stick of a girl with tweedy dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes. She was the third biggest prep whore in the entire school and one girl Zachary slept with and almost didn't get out of her goddamned finely manicured clutches. The girl had little brain and very little of her own personality, she would have been fine for a quick shag, but Zachary didn’t plan on spending more then a night with her.. let alone the lesser part of a week. Emily caught Zachary looking and gave him a small flirtatious wave. Zachary shivered and starched the back of his head, pretending to see right through the girl. Where the fuck was Sasha?!

[Shyla Deveraux]

Saaaasha

Sasha walked his lean little body in through the loitering girl's class, flirting ocassionally with one, then another, charming them all. He said that if they flashed him a pretty smile, he'd give them a kiss. They did, and he held up his end of the abrgain giving them a quick kiss on the lips. He was a flirt, not much to say about it.

Heh, Zach would be so pissed off if he had gotten a headstart on "romancing" the girls. He didn't care though, chancin' and romancin' was how he rolled, more often than not.

He walked around in the gym, wearing a white t-shirt with a tight black camisole over it, along with his favorite black gym pants that reached well to his knees, no hot pants, or gangsta clothes for this boy, nope. His fiery orange hair fell in his light blue eyes, making him look anemic as he squinted, looking for his buddy. Of course he was nowhere to be found, like usual. Typical of him. Sometimes Sasha just seriously wished he had reconsidered picking him up on his dirtbike that one day, but he would think about it, and know that he'd probably be in jail had it not been for lil Zachy-poo, which he affectionately called him; along with an urge to piss him off.

His stroll smoothed down, coming upon a group of blond girls, and...ugh...Emily Cope. That child honestly and sincerely pissed him off, help him the good grace of God.

Lordy fuckin' Lou, he mentally groaned as she advanced on him, a gaggle of equally fake blonds behind her.

"Saaaaaaaaaaasha!" she whined. I didn't do it! he mentally shreiked. And if you could hear the shreik, you would know, that it didn't sound like a boy. He grudgingly turned around, his face screwed up. His lips were pulled back in what looked like a sneer that was pulled into a smile in a last ditch effort to look pleasently surprised by her, and his his eyes were wide, and pupils small.

"Emily, oh," he said. "How...surprising it is to see you here," he said in a staccato tone. She flipped her hair.

"Where's Zach?" she asked bitterly. Finally, a question he didn't have to lie about!

"I have No idea, sweetie, but here, lemme go look for him!" Sasha squealed ecstatically. he ran away from her, at a full sprint, narrowly dodging being tripped over a pair of Chucks. He grunted, pulling himself to a stop, and looked at the owner of the beaten red godesends. "Lordy Lou, you fucking -- SHYLA!" Sasha squeaked. Yes, there she was, pretty, pretty Shyla, all piss and vinegar in her red gym shorts and gray camisole that well showed off her cleavage. Her blond hair was pinned out of her face, and she looked thoroughly bored.

"Sasha? What're you-" she started.

"No time! Need to find Zach, be back soon!"
he said breathlessly, trying to escape more nagging from Emily. He kissed her cheek, and ran.

He found Zach standing around. "Guess who I found?" Sasha said, slapping Zach on the back. He grabbed him by his shirt, and dragged him towards the girl's side of the gym, bypassing the girls.

[Zachary DeMoore]

Zachary yelped, griping and groaning as he was dragged by his shirt over to the other side of the gymnasium by none other the Sasha, well he no longer had to wonder where the boy was anymore. Zachary was short compared to Sasha's six foot two frame, but he wasn't taken as less strong, yeah sure Sasha was taller then Zachary but he was still as skinny and pale as a stripped twig and Zachary looked like a personal trainer next to the boy - tan and all. Zackary's mind smirked, it was the one advantage he had when they where both on the pull together. Most girls at Darlington would go for the buff and highly pedicured guys, even though Zachary wasn't highly pedicured, he still had a pretty good six pack.

"Sash? Man, what the hell are you doing? Lemme go." Zachary groaned a little his black K-Swiss trainers skidding and screeching along the newly polished wooden floorboards of the gymnasium as he tried to stop himself from where ever Sasha was pulling him. He sighed and let the boy pull him to where ever his destination might be, it could be too bad right? I mean Sasha was pulling him into the girl's part of the gymnasium, right?

WRONG.

Oh how oh-so bad this could be as Zachary saw that face again. Those teased bleach blonde curls with god knows only how many layers of hair spray, Zachary bet if he lit up right next to the girl her entire head would go up in flames quicker then in a blink of an eye! Those fierce light brown eyes that Zachary swore he saw blazing a bright crimson color the morning he said 'I'm really not ready for a relationship right now' and those sharp, ever perfectly manicured, baby pink vanish covered, talons that could still be felt dug into his sides... Sasha was taking him ever closer to Emily Cope.

Zachary winced and grabbed Sasha's fistful of his shirt and pulled it out of the boy grasp. Zachary was not going to be dragged anywhere near that human crushing machine. He wasn't going to go... not without a decent enough fight he wasn't. Zachary swung his other arm up and got Sash's head in a lock, this was only play fighting for him he wasn't really going to beat the crap out of his best friend just because he didn’t want to go near... that thing, Zachary ruffled Sasha's fine head of red hair and twisted his head around a little. He moved his head down close to Sasha's ear and hissed, "Do ya feel lucky?"

"Well, do ya, punk!?"

[Shyla Deveraux]

Saaaasha

Sasha smirked, licking his lips and feeling the lip ring. "Why yes, my dearest Zachariah," he said, using the name to annoy Zach, "yes I do, I do feel lucky, wouldn't ya know it?" he said. He pulled his head out of Zach's grip, ran behind him, and planted his size thirteen neatly in Zach's ass, sending him flying right into the target. The blond haired, gray eyed, busty girl who went by the name of Shyla.

Ohhh! Right between the cleavage! Sahsa mentally giggled.

"You two! Honestly, such LOVERBIRDS, you are!" Sasha said, almost shouting "lovebirds." Emily looked confused, then pissed off. She stormed her way out of the gym, the other girls following her in a flurry mess of hair and snitting.

Sasha sat down next to Shyla, who looked shocked as hell, and Zach, whose face was firmly planted between two breasts. He inspected his nails, the black paint was chipping. "You can thank me for saving your ass after you get your punishment," Sasha mused. He could only hear Zach's thoughts going through his head. "What?"

Shylaaaaa

Shyla watched the two boys advancing; tall willowly Sasha, and a shorter, but buffer boy with black hair and the prettiest eyes she'd ever seen. She was curious as to what was going to happen, utnil it actually did happen.

Sasha got locked into a headlocked, then wrenched his way out of it. He then ran behind the boy, and kicked him swiftly in the ass. To her horror his trajectory was aimed perfectly at her boobs. "Oh shit." She wheezed as the boy collided into her. To avoid falling backwards off the bench, she dug her fingers into the wood, only geting shoved back a bit - not much.

She was going to be bruised like a sonovabitch tomorrow. Sasha sat down casually next to her, smiling deviously. She felt movement between her boobs - not a common thing for her, quite the opposite - and looked down. The boy had picked his fae up and was smirking at her. His eyes were gorgeous. She almost blushed and smiled at him, but remembered who and where she was.

She raised her hand up, sneered, and slapped it firmly into his face, hard enough that she was sure it would leave a bruise. It should, it hurt her badly enough. A sound like a thunderclap echoed around the gym and everyone stopped and looked at her. She shook her head and ignored them

"And who might you be?" she snarled, looking down at him.

[Zachary DeMoore]

Zachary was caught off guard, and Sasha was just go god damn skinny as he slipped, effortlessly, out of Zachary's headlock. And just because Sasha was that much a retard he just had the urge to kick Zachary right in the ass, making him yelp once more and fall forward, but to stop himself from falling flat on his pretty face Zachary moved his feet and pushed on the gymnasiums floor with his hands to keep himself upright almost... all until he collided with a pair of well rounded, supple, and Ralph Lauren Hot smelling breast.

He heard Sasha yell something while he took residence in the breast of this unknown female.. or at least he hope it was female and not just some incredibly huge fat guy who likes to wear girls perfume... Zachary shivered at the very thought of that and decided that now would be a good time to look upon the face of his airbags plus the fact that he was getting a little light headed from the lack of oxygen down there, Zachary placed his hands on the bench and lifted his head reluctantly off of the pillow-like breasts and took a look at the owner of such soft things. What he saw wasn't half bad either. The girl had shoulder length locks of strawberry blond hair, stormy grey eyes and the lips of red coral. Zachary gave the girl one of his boyish smirks that on-one could resist.

Sasha was sitting right next to the girl and leaned down to Zachary, "You can thank me for saving your ass after you get your punishment." Zachary knotted his eyebrows at Sasha as he leaned back and looked at him. What did Sasha mean punishment? But his answer came all too soon when a firm and lightning quick hand came up and caught his right around the cheek. Earlier when Zachary was wondering where that clap of thunder was outside.. well it was inside now and in the form of a rebel Aphrodite.

Zachary held his cheek and lower pack of his jaw as he shook his head lightly, trying to recollect where he was, what year it was and who was president so far he had the answers the gymnasium, 1885 and Barney the dinosaur. Damn that girl could slap like a bitch. Zachary rotated his bottom jaw slightly, only hoping it wasn't out of place, and looked back at the girl who had just whipped him. The girls around him where all bustling around to help him up and on hand to kiss his check better but he just put his hand up to them. Silence. Oh the power.

"Me?" Zachary smirked as best he could with his stinging cheek, sitting on the other side of the girl from Sasha, and cocked his head to the side "I'm impressed with the strength in that slap. Was it your hardest?"

[Shyla Deveraux]

Shyla gave her a rough sneer, and bent forward, wrapping his shirt in her first. She pulled him close, and bent next to his ear. "Not even close to my hardest," she whispered venomously. She shoved him on his ass, and became paranoid about her babies. She borrowed a sweatshirt from one of her "friends" - a distant aqquaintence she had helped out with homework - and pulled the black NIKE hoodie on over her head. She also pulled her hair into a ponytail behind her head. She crossed her arms, then glared at Sasha, who seemed content on having just seen his best friend pummeled by a round girl.

"Sooo...my love, who might this be?" she asked nastily, pointing to the boy whom laid sprawled on the floor.

"Well, gorgeous, that would be Zach, my friend. He is terribly impressed with your slapping skills, I might add." He bent in for further inspection. "I believe that the left side of his face is turning purple," he helpfully pointed out to his amigos.

"Oh, how terrible," Shyla said sarcastically. As soon as Sasha wasn't looking, she whirled around and popped him good in the mouth with her fist. With a gasp he flipped onto the floor, groaning, and spitting up a little blood. Boy had a glass jaw, which sucked real bad most of the time because that was the only thing most people could reach on him to hit him.

"That's for even doing that in the first place," she snarled, narrowing her eyes at him. She looked back at "Zach". "And whatever in the name of hell possessed you to get your scarecrow-like ass dragged over here by that retard? I mean, honestly!" Shyla sighed exasperatedly, pointing at Zach on the floor, with whom she was not ammused.

[Zachary DeMoore]

Zachary licked his bottom lip slightly as the girl grabbed him by the shirt, a thing that people seemed to love to do at this particular moment in time, and braced himself for what was going to happen next not because he was scared of the girl, oh no, just because of that slap - as far as Zachary knew the girl could pick him up and throw him across the gymnasiums floor. He didn’t know the extent of her strength. But by the looks of her, she couldn’t pick him up.. let alone throw him across the room. Zachary gave out a small 'oofa' as he was pushed onto the floor by the strawberry blonde haired girl, although she was pretty strong for a girl might he add.

He saw her cover herself up with a hoodie and he couldn’t help but frown a little for making a female such as her feel uncomfortable around such a person as Zachary, when in face female company where very relaxed around him once he made his first move. He moved to a Buddha sitting position and listened as the girl and Sasha spoke to each other. They seemed to be old... pals... and he used that term very lightly. How come Sasha never mentioned her?

"Excuse me, oh fair haired one with a fist of rock, but usually, when Sasha drags me over to half a gymnasium filled with younger girls I'm not that reluctant to follow. But, when that whole half a gymnasium has one particular ostracized girl in it that left rather deep puncture wounds in my kidneys I really really don’t want to be seen over here where she can leave more fatal wounds." Zachary said sitting up on his knees moving a little closer to the strawberry blonde haired girl as he spoke, disregarding the fallen and bleeding Sasha.

What? He deserved it.

Zachary smirked, "Plus you liked seeing my 'scarecrow-like' ass being dragged over here, infact, I never saw you taking your eyes off of it." He teased biting his lip a little as his smirk grew, making his cheek sting just that little bit more.

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