Love me like an enemy

[Kamillia Engel]

Kamillia walked into the gym with ear phones in her ears, music playing from her phone. As she walked between classes she always listened to music except for some occasions like when she would walk with friends. However, out of her whole friend circle she was the only one to have P.E type class at this time, therefore no friends to walk with. While Kam wasn’t the most popular girl at the school she did have a decent amount of friends. Her gym classmates were sitting around either talking to each other or stretching to get ready for the class.



Kamillia had to admit while she was stronger than the average women, she couldn’t compete with some of the guys in the class, this was her goal, and before she graduated she wanted to beat the top guy in the class. Beat meaning get a better grade than him, however, the boy held a high A in the class. Kamillia averaged a high B, while she thought it was doable it would take a lot of work and the girl didn’t think she was willing to give it that much effort just to prove a point.



The red head sat on the floor at the base of the bleachers; she was wearing a pair of leggings, and a half sleeve shirt. She didn’t like wearing sweat pants, nor did she like wearing gym clothing, so leggings and a regular shirt was the best fit for her to wear during this class. The young girl started doing her stretches, waiting for the teacher to show up, or at least give them something to do in the class if he was actually in the room already.

[Desmond Valentine]

mental mastermind causing valoran to rot ▼ Desmond was hung over as all shit and he wasn't in the mood for anything today. He rolled off of his brothers couch a cool fifteen minutes before he had to show up at the school, the problem there was his brother lived a cool twenty minutes away. With a swear and spit into an empty bottle he grabbed his leather jacket off of the floor and pulled his black jeans up, rolling his hips into them and buckling his belt, with a swipe of his hand through his hair he grabbed his helmet and his keys and sped out from the house. He made it there with three minutes to spare, still probably putting him a minute or two late to walking into this class. He had his lovely whistle adorned around his neck and when he walked in he glanced around, pleased to see that at the very least people were doing something. He spotted one of the girls along and he couldnt help but actually move a little closer to her and raise an eyebrow. "..Don't your kind usually travel in shrieking packs...Oh.. Why arent you in your uh, approved uniform.. That's minus a point i guess?" He huffed a little chuckle out and then blew the whistle aroud his neck. Two claps of his hands and a boom of his voice rang out. "Alright, work on your stretches if you havent finished then break into groups of two.. Today's gonna be basketball passing day. If you don't have a partner come see me." He turned and moved to push the rack containing the orange balls further out onto the floor. " First work on your passing and then you can move into trying to block shots" He looked around the room, curious to see who would be the odd one out today. Kamillia Engel

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[Kamillia Engel]

Kamillia looked up at the teacher as he hovered over her. She stopped her music just as he began to talk. Sighing as he talked, Kam was starting to find him irritating, there was nothing worse than when people lumped her into every stereotype imaginable for a girl. If people hadn’t noticed, Kam was not your average stereotype girl, her favorite color was not pink or purple, she did not travel in a pack of girls but a pack of guys, and she had enough scars on her body to say that she did not really care about her looks. She also much rather be wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers than skirts, high heels, and blouses.

Kam put her phone away in her bag, placing the bag on the bleachers where she could clearly see it at all times then got up to be on eye level with the teacher. “I don’t travel in shrieking packs, I travel in wolf packs.” She grinned as she said it, obviously meaning that she traveled with a group of people far more superior than what he thought she had. “Also, I don’t give a fuck about your point. And in all honesty I should be given a point just for the fact that I look so much more attractive than the rest of these bitches.”

Apparently some of the girls heard what she had said and gave the redhead evil glares as she tried to find a partner. Kam sighed as she realized she was going to be the one without the partner. She smirked, of course she had to say something sassy and end up regretting it afterwards. She walked toward the coach, “apparently my mouth got the better of me.” She grumbled as she spread her arms open in a gesture that meant she was all his for today; for practice of course.