Riley
"Alright, class," Ms. Johnson said. "Ten pushups!"
The whole student body groaned in annoyance.
"Why are you all complaining?" she said, throwing her hands up. "We just spent half of the ninety minute block learning about baby making. Is this really a problem?"
I heard Paris chuckle from behind me.
"Alright," the teacher stated, shrugging. "Do what you will, kids. Twenty pushups, and grab a partner, too, they'll spot you."
The class exhaled another sigh at the increased number of push-ups.
But I knew by now they secretly liked having partners so they could mess around.
Ms. Johnson knew, too.
"Ah—ah," she stated, "I wasn't finished, I'm picking the partners, my friends."
Another groan.
"Yep, sucks, doesn't it?" She pointed to me, making me still. "Riley, you're with Paris."
"Wait—" I said.
"No arguments," Johnson said, shaking her head. "Johnathan, you're with Alex."
I took a glance at Paris behind me while the teacher continued to talk, and he smiled back at me.
Though, not kindly.
I stared back forward.
So this was how my day was going to go? Great.
"Alright!" Johnson said, clapping her hands and earning a couple gasps. "Let's get to work, kids! Twenty push-ups and your partner has to spot you!"
"Ladies first," Paris said, smiling when I shot him a look. "Wow," he commented, "that was nasty, you might want to glare sharper, though." He then whispered, "It's more menacing."
I shook my head and dropped to the ground, Paris remaining in a standing position and leaning lazily against the bleachers as I started doing my pushups.
"Your back's not straight," he commented, "you're arching it."
"Shut up," I said, breathless.
"I'm your spotter, remember?" he commented. "So you listen to me."
"Why do we even need a spotter?" I questioned cynically. "It's pushups, it's not like we're lifting hundred pound weights or something."
Paris chuckled from above me. "You complain a lot."
"And you're irritating a lot," I snapped back, "but do I mention it? No."
"You just did," he said.
I finished my last pushup and stood, glaring at him with sweat sliding down my temples. "I hate you so much."
"You barely even know me, and I could argue that you hate everyone, Riley."
I rolled my eyes, staring back at the floor seconds later. "Yes, I have trust issues, but there's reasons, okay? Now get on the ground and drop twenty."
He smirked. "Yes, ma'am." And he dropped down, starting his pushups.
My eyes rounded at how fast he did them, it was two pushups per second, and he didn't seem to be straining or hurting at all.
My arms, on the other hand, were screaming in agony.
He stood after about ten seconds, stretching out his arms as if he just woke up and shook off his body, gazing at me seconds later.
"What?" he said. "You're staring."
"What are you?" I questioned. "A robot?"
He chuckled. "Does it seem that way?"
"Yeah," I said as if he was stupid. "Either that or you've worked out since you were a toddler."
Paris shrugged. "My father always taught me to protect myself, Riley."
"From who?"
He stopped, and stared at me, blue eyes suddenly cold. "The police."
My heart stopped.
"Okay, kids!" Johnson said. "Let's end class with a little kick ball, huh?"
"Thank you," one of the popular girls muttered sarcastically.
"Alright, let's get into our formation!" Ms. Johnson said. "Go! Go! Go!"
All the kids ran all over the gym, but I kept my eyes fixed on the bleachers behind Paris.
"Paris..." I whispered, "what are you to me? Are you dangerous?"
"Yes," he responded shortly, making my heart stop, "but not to you. Everyone but you."
I backed away from him and shook my head. "I don't know how I can trust you...."
"You'll have to learn," he responded. "Trust takes time, but I'm warning you," he leaned forward, "your time is running out."
And he walked off, leaving me standing alone in the now empty gym; everyone already gone through the doors to the other one.
Was he bad... or was he good?
Either way, if I told the police who he was, they would take him, and whether he had followers or the fact that someone was after him.
Paris was right with what he told me last night.
I had to keep his identity a secret.
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