Oh, how I hate physical education with a passion. What's even worse is that this school does sports thrice a week.

On usual days I'm alright with it, but today we were required to run five laps around the field, and it would be included in our report card. What kind of torture is this?

This was actually my first sports class with the new schedule, and I was pretty curious to find out who was in this class with me.

Grace and Indiana were both in the same PE class as me, and they both kept on snickering at me on how slow I run and blah blah.

Grace was on the track and field team, so she could obviously run, while even though Indiana was more to the humanities side, she had long legs and could run easily and way faster than me.

"Gather up, people," the coach said, blowing his whistle as all of us stopped doing sit-ups and push-ups.

We all gathered in front of her as she stood straight with her chin up. "So today, you'll be running five laps across this field. You'll be split into two teams. The first team will run while the second team will record on how long you run," she said, or more like screamed.

Then, she divided us into two groups, and I have a feeling she divided us by our speed. Grace was on the second team, while Indiana and I were put on the first team. Indiana picked Grace to record her, while I had no one to pick for me.

I saw Grayson waving his hand at me, and I smiled at him. He walked to me, "Do you want me to do it for you?"

"Sure, thank you. But I run really slow, like really, really slow. I apologize in advance," I smiled at him sheepishly.

He laughed at my reply. "It's fine. Good luck out there."

"Thank you," I thanked him once again and went to the starting line.

As I approached the starting line, my stomach was in a bad mood, and I felt sick. I hated running with a great passion. I looked at the people around me, most of them were making sure their shoes were tied properly.

I looked around the people from the second team, and my heart nearly stopped as I saw the boy who was in my science class. He was talking to a girl and was also ruffling her hair.

That made my stomach churned even more. I mean, not that I was jealous or anything. I barely knew this guy!

To be honest, I'm not sure if this was jealously or nervousness.