Shiwon took a deep breath, pushing open the gym’s double doors. As he entered with his signature smile, the crowd of boys turned their attention to him to see who was intruding. Most of the boys recognized their best forward player and greeted him with hugs and shouts.  The shouts became blurs of noise and the hugs unnoticed as Shiwon’s gaze fell upon a familiar face. Heechul stood with the small portion of boys who weren’t as excited as the rest, looking straight at him with a look of disbelief.

         “Ugh, not another class with him?” Heechul moaned as the soccer players tackled Shiwon as if he were a celebrity. Junsu was kicking a soccer ball around, oblivious to what was going on around him. He lived and breathed soccer. The only man they knew of that could make him change the subject within conversation was Mickey. Mickey stood off away from everyone else, leaning against the wall, attempting to look cool. Amazing how that worked. Heechul never fell for it, but everyone else did; especially the girls.
         A group of five boys walked in, late as suspected. Heechul froze like a deer in headlights the moment the doors opened.
         “Yehsung’s gang,” He breathed. They had a reputation for beating people up for the smallest of reasons. Heechul had his fair share of dealings with them and was hoping to stay under the radar this year. Apparently that wouldn’t happen with all of them being in his gym class. Yehsung’s sudden laughter caught the attention of everyone in the gym, causing a chilling silence.
         “Well, what do we have here?” Yehsung said with a smirk. His gaze fell on Heechul. He could almost hear him gulp from yards away. He turned his gaze towards the soccer team. “Fancy being in a class together, eh?”
        The silence remained until the doors opened once more, this time revealing their coach, Mr. Petrutsas.
        “Hello! Sorry for being late!” the man chuckled. He looked around at the separate groups, “…Did I…say something wrong?”
        “We’re not doing anything in this class,” Yehsung muttered and motioned towards his group to sit in the risers. The coach lifted and eyebrow as they walked off.
        “Alrighty then, how about we start off the first day with a game of soccer?” The coach smiled, already considering Yehsung’s group as a lost cause.
        “Soccer?!” Junsu’s head snapped up in excitement. “I’m ready for that!”
        “Thanks for the enthusiasm! Now, who wants to be team leaders?”
        “ME!” Heechul and Shiwon raised their arms at the same time. Heechul glared at Shiwon. So this is going to be a true battle, he thought. Shiwon looked at him with a bit of disappointment, angering Heechul further. Does he think I’m not worthy?!
        “Alright! Pick your teams!” Coach Petrutsas beamed.
        “Junsu! You’re mine!” Heechul shouted immediately, gaining disapproving glares from the soccer team.
        “Why do you get Junsu?” Someone moaned.
        “Oh hush, you guys have Shiwon,” Heechul retorted. Shiwon smirked. Ugh, Heechul felt queasy all of a sudden. After the boys gathered their teams, they lined up at the midway court line; the coach holding the soccer ball. Yehsung’s gang still occupied the risers, watching in amusement. Heechul and Shiwon were to start the kickoff. Heechul glared at Shiwon’s ever happy expression. Oh, how he really wanted to wipe that smile off his face.
        “Ready! Begin!” The coach dropped the soccer ball. Heechul attempted to kick the ball but Shiwon was too fast for him. He ran right past Heechul, kicking the ball off to a teammate. Heechul stood in disbelief. How could he get past him so easily? Well he wouldn’t take it lying down. Heechul awaited the ball to come back his direction rather than chase after Shiwon. It wasn’t long until Mickey got a hold of the ball and headed towards Heechul with a stampede of players close behind him. Mickey passed the ball in his direction. Heechul closed his eyes and thrust his right leg in hopes to hit the soccer ball. Unfortunately, when he opened his eyes, he came to the realization that he had hit the wrong kind of ball. Junsu, his own teammate, lay on the gym floor in the fetal position writhing in pain.
        “Sweet angry Jesus on a pogo stick! Are you ok Junsu?” Heechul panicked and bent down over Junsu, the game continuing around them. There was a tremendous amount of laughter coming from the risers. Well I’m glad I can provide some entertainment, Heechul grumbled to himself.
        “I should have been on Shiwon’s team,” Junsu muttered, ignoring Heechul’s attempt at asking for forgiveness. The coach dragged Junsu off onto the risers farthest away from Yehsung’s gang and watched as the game continued.
        After both teams had run back and forth countless times Heechul actually had possession of the ball. He aligned it to the goal and kicked with all his might. He hit the ball, but he also hit the ground. He lay flat on his back, shocked by the impact. There was an uproar of laughter coming from the risers now. Heechul continued to lie there, not bothering to get up, and crossed his arms. A few moments later Shiwon stood over him with a worried look.
        “Are you alright?” he asked
        “Peachy,” Heechul pouted.
        “You hate sports, but you’re good at them, eh?”
        “Shut up, Shiwon.”
        “Need some help?” Shiwon held out his hand, intending to help him up. Heechul didn’t budge, keeping his gaze on the ceiling of the gym. Shiwon realized he was being stubborn and walked away. Heechul didn’t get up until the bell signaled for them to get a move on to their next class. He made sure to hurry out before Yehsung’s gang could catch up with him. He knew they’d give him hell later. At least he could delay that for now.