Evony continued to prattle on about her life a little bit. Nothing too in depth, but a way to make conversation. The bell rang and they proceeded to their next class, Gym. Evony hated gym. She danced/ trained all night and then came to school to do the same damned thing. Today was the antithesis of the American gym class, volleyball. The teacher split their group by sex, and aimed girls vs. boys. Evony hung out around the back, and beat the ball at the other team when she needed too. She watched Alex intently, and realized he was very athletically inclined. Even more so than she was, and then he beaned the ball into her corner. In her semi-exhausted reverie, that bean landed her in the side of her face. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" She rubbed the tender spot where she was thumped, and followed the coach's orders to stay out for the rest of class. Her friend Marcus walked up and she looked at him, obviously irritated. She waited to see if Alex would have the decency to apologize, while a purple spot emerged on her temple.