Debauchery Chapter 7

Debauchery
Chapter Seven
Shirts Versus Skins



Damn, I hate P.E. Now don’t get me wrong it’s just that my life doesn’t need an ass whole of a teacher. Get this instead of letting us off easy we all have to participate in five sports by the end of class otherwise we lose 200 points. Now I tell you now that you can finish half that in the hour that he gives you. The worst part is still to come.

“Alright girls! Let’s play basketball first and then well go onto the more extremes! Now split yourselves up or I’ll do it for you! Shirts versus skins!” Coach Driver yelled, towards us.

Ashmire of course was the first in the shirtless section, which, at the sight of him dropped a few mouths.  My eyes drifted over him briefly, but I had to stop myself before I got overwhelmed. I’m sick in the mind. I swear of it. As soon as the other boys started stripping my mouth dropped. I couldn’t help it. I can’t help it.  Coach Driver then singled me out once more. “KEITH! GET YOUR SISSY ASS OVER TO THE SKIN SIDE!” he screeched at me. I looked over to the group behind me; there were too many people to be on that team.

“Fuck that,” I hissed, rebelling.

Of course that was the worse choice I could’ve made because now he blew up in my face. “YOU GET OVER TO THAT SIDE OR YOUR GONNA RUN UNTIL YOUR LEGS FALL OFF!”

I snorted and gave an icy glare. Never the less I shuffled over to the skins side were Ashmire was grinning moronically. I knew he was waiting for this. He wanted to see me shirtless, but I however was not so keen on displaying myself to complete strangers and sunshine over there. Pulling off my shirt carefully, so that my bandage wouldn’t get caught, I stabbed Ashmire with my eyes.  Some gasped once my back was revealed, of course that was on the shirt side because I was facing Ashmire, some even started whispering about it. My back is disfigured; scars ran down the length of my back. It was from being wild all of these years. Yeah, you think wild horses are all pretty and majestic, not when they fight though. Not when their pelts are so messed up from fighting with another stallion. No, you want a pretty horse go buy it from some fuckin’ breeder.

My eyes locked with Ashmires’ wondering when he’d start screaming or talking behind my back but he just kept smiling. But of course that could’ve been due to the fact that all the shirts side was seeing was my front which was completely flawless. Well except for being too long and that I’m too white. I turned myself so that I was facing the other team and now the skins gasped. Now I got some sort of reaction out of the stupid sun ray. His eyebrows furrowed together, and eyes showed complete concern. What? Was he sorry for me? I don’t need his pity. I don’t need anyone’s pity.

After basketball, we played racket ball, tackle football, volleyball and finally baseball. Luckily, the teachers plan didn’t work out because we did all of the sports as a class which canceled out the problem of waiting for the last group to finish their game so that we could use the equipment. Once in the locker room, I decided that it really didn’t matter if I changed in front of them since they’ve already seen my half naked body. But for some reason the boys didn’t automatically change, they all disappeared around the corner. Even Ashmire was out of sight, well not out of hearing range.

A voice snarled from behind him, a British accent thickly tangled with the words, “You’re Angola? You’re not much like the rumors say.”