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The sound of the ice hitting Zanka's stakes filled the echoey rink, Zanka always arrived upwards of forty minutes before his classes every week. He has been neglecting his studies over ice skating due to the upcoming competition. He suddenly heard the door opening and slamming shut then was greeted by a rough voice mid axel.
“ It's cold as balls in here man! How do you manage to do this every day at 5am” Jabbers voice rang out through the rink. He went over to the side walls waiting for Zanka to skate over.
“Im in the middle of my routine Jabber and plus dont you have like fucking…make out sesh behind the bleachers with the cheerleaders?” Zanka stopped his routine to skate over to the side of the rink and talk with jabber.
“Im here to take you to school dumbass, and you know I don't do that shit unlike the rest of the team.” Jabber put a bit of whimper in his voice trying to get Zanka to be riled up. This worked because it resulted in Zanka absolutely smacking Jabber. “ There's that Bad Attitude I know” He giggled.
“Oh shut up jabber…ill be out in the car after i take off my skates” He stepped out of the ice putting the blade covers on and walking towards the locker room. Jabber called out something about waiting in the car and Zanka walked into the locker room. Zanka grabbed his skate bag from his locker and threw his skates in there and quickly changed into his school clothes before grabbing his things and walking straight out of the door.
He walked over towards the car in the parking lot that was blasting the bass and opened the door, just knowing it was Jabber and his shitty music taste.
“Remember to drop me off a block before the school, ill get absolutely bullied if im seen getting out of your car” Zanka spoke to Jabber not making eye contact.
“Are you being bullied or something, man?” Jabber looked at Zanka through the corner of his eyes, wondering if Zanka had been keeping something from him.
“Nah, it's nothing like that, plus you wouldn't want the rest of the football team to know your fucking a figure skater” Jabbers jaw dropped when Zanka.
“Ew what the hell is the matter with you man!” Jabber's voice cracked in shock and then he flustered afterwards, this made Zanka let out a chuckle. “ Plus! We never even fucked!”
“Oh pull over here!” Zanka ignored that statement and Jabber pulled over, still very flustered. Zanka was about to shut the door before he spoke in a charismatic yet monotone tone “We can always change that” Followed by a wink and slamming the door, Jabbers face turned red not expecting something so lewd out of him
Jabber waited until he got to the corner of the block to pull away and bring himself to school.
He pulled into the parking lot as Zanka got to the sidewalk in front of the building, he got out of the car and walked towards the building still thinking about what Zanka said. Once he got indoors he found the rest of the football team and then proceeded to join in to their douchebag-ness.
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Zanka finally got into the building 20 minutes before his first class so he tried walking towards his locker but got stopped by the captain of the basketball team.
“Oh look, Mr.figure-skater is here!” Zanka rolled his eyes ignoring the man behind him trying to get his attention.
“Back off man” Zanka grumbled under his breath trying not to get punched for the 2nd time this week. This made the basketball captain scoff grabbing Zanka by the back of his neck and throwing him against the wall making his back ache horribly
“Wanna repeat that bitch?” He pinned Zanka to the lockers causing his things to fall to the floor, it was surprising that no one was in the hallway besides them. Probably because hes 20 minutes early, but still where the fuck is everybody?
Zanka suddenly felt himself being smacked as hard as the other could before being picked up by the collar of his shirt and dropped to the floor.
Zanka really wished they would stop giving him bruises considering how revealing his competition outfit was, his parents would kill him if there were bruises visible during regionals. So he collected his things and went to his first class
At this rate he was used to the ridicule about his sport.