Chapter 6: You are so dead!
Oliver
The rest of the day crawled by. I managed to avoid any more encounters with Kieran, which felt like a small miracle.
But now it was time for gym class.
Another one of my least favorite things to endure.
I walked to the boys’ locker room with William, dreading what was coming next. As I opened my gym bag, my heart sank. My sports clothes were completely soaked, reeking of soy sauce. Someone had clearly dumped an entire bottle over them.
"What the hell?" William wrinkled his nose. "What happened to your clothes?"
I stared at the mess, feeling sick. Who the hell did this?
Do I even need to ask?
Must be Kieran.
Coach Jefferson was notorious for his strict no-excuses policy. If you didn’t have proper gym attire, you failed the class for the day. I couldn’t afford another failing grade.
Three full minutes stretched past as I contemplated what to do.
"I have to find something else to wear," I muttered, digging through my locker desperately.