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"What about her?"
Dom felt his classmate nudge him again and rolled his eyes. He looked, obviously, but he felt oddly juvenile about the whole situation. Still, he couldn't deny that some of the girls in their PE class were fine.
"What about her?" he asked, then more or less regretted asking.
"Was thinking of asking her out. Thoughts, Styles?"
Dominic had to look again and sort of tilted his head and squinted his eyes at her. Redhead, pretty face, good figure, looks about the right height for a girl...yeah. Fat chance, dude.
Then he shrugged and went back to doing his own stretches. "Yeah, sure. Why the hell not?"
Even with her back facing the boys in her PE class, Phedre wasn’t at all oblivious to the eyes looking her or or the murmurs being whispered; which is probably why she decided then to stretch out the back of her legs by bending over and grabbing her ankles. Eat your hearts out she thought with a secretive smile.
Clad in Alo attire, the magenta airbrushed leggings hugged her body like a second skin showing off her curves in a most pleasing way yet still able to maintain some semblance of modesty in the way her black top had a bit more of a relaxed fit, save for the matching magenta sports bra she wore underneath.
With her leg stretches done she began to work on her upper torso and arm stretches. If they were going to be playing volleyball this afternoon, it would be best to be a bit limber incase she was expected to try to jump and spike the ball over the net. It was a feat she knew she would be capable of since she was on the taller end of the female height spectrum but not one she particularly enjoyed.
His friend promptly started smacking him in the arm at her curiously well-times stretch, to which he lost his balance. "Dude, what are you, five?!" he yelled in a much louder voice than was necessary, mostly to try and get her attention so his friend would stop being ridiculous.
Though he was grateful for the distraction, else his own thoughts might have started to run rampant.
"C'mon man, it's like she's telling me to go over there."
A snort. "You and every guy in the room. Get your head out of your a**, yeah?"
Before his friend could get much else out, the teacher came strolling out with a rack of volleyballs, whistle already in her hand. "Alright, split yourselves into four teams. Two over there, two over there. It's volleyball people, not cricket, we all know how to play."
At her whistle, Dominic absently headed in the opposite direction of his friend, who would more than likely search out the redhead and try to get on her team. Idiot.
Phedre took a moment then to tie her shoelace a bit tighter before choosing a court to practice on. With six girls in their class and four teams she chose her group wisely, and avoided the cluster of gossiping chit chat on the far right side in lieu of the male dominated court on the left, oh this will be fun.
“Hi,” She raised one hand in greeting and as means to grab the nearest boy’s attention “Mind if I join your team?” The tone in her voice was as sweet as any seasonal fruit and the smile she wore was that much more inviting.
Dom watched his friend waffle between two teams across the gym, no doubt keeping his eye out for the girl from earlier. Again he rolled his eyes and kept right on stretching, not really caring all that much which team he was on. All girls, all guys, half and half. Didn't matter. He didn't have all that much of a competitive spirit, so he'd settle wherever he was needed.
Poor guy across the way, though, still couldn't decide.
Thankfully Dom's attention was pulled away by an unnervingly sweet voice, though one he couldn't help but smile at. It was nice to see people still knew how to be polite. "Yeah, sure," he said without looking up. "Not sure if you could call it 'my' team, but--" he stopped short when he finally glanced up.
"--we could use less of distraction on the other side of the court." Dom grinned and looked past her and at his friend for a second. Lookie at that, huh. "So it's weird. We've been in this class all semester together and I think this might be the first time we've talked."
He extended a hand. "Just in case, though, name's Dominic."
“Dominic” she smiled while nodding her head, testing the sound of his name. It suited him, sometimes people didn’t seem to fit their names where as a Jonathan looked more like an Alex, or a Rebeckah looked more like a Katherine. But he, he definitely had a Dominic sort of presence.
“It’s nice to finally know your name. I’m Phedre, but you can call me Fae.” she greeted in return while reached out with one hand; as was the polite thing to do after exchanging names. Most people mispronounced her name anyway and so she may as well n** that in the bud and give him something far easier to call her by; and possibly easier to remember as well.
"Good to meet you, Fae. Officially," he said while giving her hand a gentle shake. Unfortunately their conversation was cut short by the teacher, who was already blowing that whistle of hers willy-nilly and no games had gotten started yet. It was fun to watch, sure, especially since she was directing a lot of it on the other court and it was like watching a skit on TV, but after a while it just got annoying.
Their game started soon enough, though, and Dominic positioned himself towards the back of the court, eyes landing on his friend who was glaring daggers at him and quite possibly trying to get Fae to notice him. Dom doubted that would work during the game, but he quickly got absorbed in the game and lost track of his friend's stupidity.
The rest of class went by relatively uneventful save for Phedre getting beamed in the head by a spiked ball courtesy of the boy Dominic had been talked to while everyone was stretching. Then again that’s what happens when you try to block a spike at the net. It was kind of funny though seeing the absolutely mortified look on the guys face; almost made the whole ordeal worth it.
Much sooner than expected, because time flies when you’re having fun right? Their teacher blew her whistle “Kay everybody lets gather around. Bring your volley balls back. James!” she shouted giving one of the boys a stern disappointing glare. “Y’all did good out there today, I saw some really great hustle and some decent rally’s. Thursday…” she paused for a bit of dramatic flare “there will be a quiz; so read the packet I gave you last week and memorize those rules.”
With a knowing smile, as the group of students started to disperse, she blew her whistle twice to get their attention. “Class isn’t quite over yet, two laps around the gym then you can go.” One final task for the day that was met with several groans and looks of exhaustion. “Go on, if you hurry it up you might actually get out of here early.” It wasn’t like the gym was really that big. Seven minutes tops for those that shuffle their feet instead of hustle.
Phedra’s pace was somewhere in between as running wasn’t exactly a strong suit nor a passion of hers, not unlike the creme haired girl that managed to keep pace with even the quickest boys. Still, she refused lag behind the other females in her class and give herself a bad reputation for being lazy or unmotivated.
It was easy enough to return his friend's accidental Fae-bean by beaning him that much harder (in the face), a wide grin gracing his features after landing one successfully after several attempts. Other than that the games were just plain old volleyball and it ended quickly enough. He'd broken a sweat and, along with the rest of the class, groaned at their last task before dismissal. Thankfully living a knight's life meant that he was fit and able to do the two laps without too much trouble.
Not that that meant he wasn't winded after, but it did mean his friend was far enough behind him to be less of an irritation. He did see him lagging back for Fae's sake, though, but she seemed to have a pair of legs -- running legs -- on her, and he grinned at the sight of her speeding up and giving his friend more of a workout than he expected. For what reasons he didn't know, but it amused him all the same.
At the end of the last lap he was about to head for the fountains for a drink, but chose instead to wait for Phedre as she was just about done as well. "Nicely done," he said with an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "You're pretty fast, huh? Ever thought about joining track or something?"
Mid-sentence he pointed toward the drinking fountains though, hoping she'd take the hint and walk with him.
Breathing heavily, Fae smiled and nodded her head as words did not come so easily to one who was having a hell of a time catching her breath. “Me? Heh,” she coughed a few times, her throat rather dry from maintaining the pace for as long as she did. “No I’m good. Anything too much more than what we did just now and I’d be crawling on the floor.” The look on her face however betrayed her statement, laughter behind blue eyes, such mirth that all but said she was only jesting.
Once it was her turn she leaned over and drank her fill of cold fountain water. The soothing effects were almost instantaneous and refreshing to her exhausted body, perhaps next time she should try to not be such a show off in front of all the guys. Oh but how she loved the attention.
“What about you?” She finally asked dabbing the water droplets from her glossed lips.
"You looked like you could hold your own out there though. Least you got Travis doubled over, over there," he managed a laugh and jabbed his thumb toward his friend, who he knew wasn't the best runner in the world. Hell, neither was he but he had the advantage of being a casual jogger as well as a biker, and he did a fair bit of exercise on patrols.
He leaned against the wall and shrugged at her question, the temptation to take his shirt off nearly getting to him because he was used to doing that on his morning jogs (when he got out there, which was...rarely, as of late). Thankfully he'd brought a spare shirt though, as his current shirt was completely drenched.
"Sports aren't much my thing; guess I do okay, but I wouldn't wanna prolong the torture. Only taking this class 'cause I have to."
“Have you ever thought about modeling?” She looked up at him with a bit of a twinkle in her eyes “Our school has a fashion design program and every year they do a fashion show with a catwalk for the Juniors and Seniors to show off the outfits they’ve been working on. I hear they’re looking for volunteers since June is just around the corner.”
Not exactly the most subtle thing to mention but who was she kidding, Dominic was pretty cute.
Dom blinked at the random sort of segue, granted it made sense if he thought back, but in the end just gave another shrug. "I'm actually pretty well-acquainted with the fashion design program's events around here," he said while nodding. "I've helped out once or twice, but if you're talking professionally…"
He grinned and ultimately shook his head. "Nah. Don't think I could pull that off. Plus I'd feel like an object for people to ogle at if I did that kind of thing regularly, so." The chuckle that followed was a hint that he was joking about the last bit.
"If you want a partner to volunteer with though, I'd be glad to."
“Really?” She said with a rather hopeful ring in her voice, “I’d like that! Why don’t we meet up in the hallway after we go get changed and see about signing up for this semester?”
“That is if you don’t have class” Phedre quickly added.
"I don't," he said while waving a hand to dismiss the idea, then Dominic turned to head for the locker rooms to shower up and change. "Guess I'll see you in a bit, Fae."
“Alright, see you in a few” She replied before disappearing behind a set of heavy metal fire rated double doors.
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