Kaya’s POV
I pulled up my long straight blown hair into a high bun, checking my reflection out in the mirror. I was dressed in my sports attire and I was feeling very down about it. Firstly because frankly I just didn’t do well in sports.
 I just couldn’t get the gist of it, whether it was football, volley ball or just plain basketball. I didn’t like the running thing, the jumping about and most importantly the sweating. This could be the reason why I was the only girl left in the girl’s locker room, still putting up the courage I needed to get to gym. I had to leave though, I had already stalled ten minutes.  Plus, I told Ally I would join her soon too, so there’s that.
Sighing I moved toward the door freezing when I saw it.
Khloe and Azian …. Kissing. His arms were wrapped around her protectively, her small petite frame seemed to fit in perfectly with his that was for sure, her soft giggles filling up the empty hallway.
It was a funny feeling I felt at that moment, it first came the thought that I was seeing things and then, I realized this was really  happening, and then that sinking feeling like I in some crazy reality had hope, hope that in some messed up way there was.. There was hope for us. I stepped away from the door, hand over my heart, eyes wide unable to say a word. Of course I knew they were spending a lot of time together, of course I knew how Azian looked at her, with the same passion he looked at that one time only hers was consistent.
So why was I surprised? This was Khloe we were talking about. I should have known by now she was destined to have everything that ever belonged or could have belonged to me.
I shut my eyes at this thought breathing out. I shouldn’t let this get to me. He never said he liked me. He never forced me to kiss him back. This was all on me. It was a lesson learnt never to be twice repeated. Not by me.
I turned back to the mirror, confusion washing over my face as I stared at my reflection. My hand reached up beneath my eyes feeling the watery substance. Tears? I wasn’t crying over something so petty was I?  Where was the girl that just lived through her parents’ divorce? Why is she crying over a guy that kissed her once? I opened the tap, bring the water to my face as I watched those stupid tears away.
Maybe I was weaker than I thought. Finally restoring my face, I decided to walk out. Maybe if he saw me he would fill some sort of guilt. Counting down from three, I pushed the doors open only to be met with an empty hallway. I looked around but there was no sight of either one of them.
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"I don't know why they make us do this," Ally complained stretching her legs, her back bent over as she tried to touch her toes.
Gym. The last place I wanted to be in the whole world, only second place to a graveyard, but if you ask me, some of the students seemed to be halfway there. My eyes waded to a nerdy looking girl who was already sweating from doing a few stretches. I felt her pain.
I cared nothing about sports, I mean sure I could watch a football game or two but physical involvement was a no go area for me. t was a shame Gym was compulsory. I sat down, my head back breathing easily trying to focus on nothing at all. But even then my mind kept shifting scenes to Azian’s and Khloe’s make out session. It bothered me, it might even hurt.
I heard the double gym doors swing open and then made the biggest mistake of the day turning to see who it, only realizing it was Khloe who had just walked in, in her Gym attire.  To say Khloe had a banging figure was an understatement. The girl had it all, just the right but size for her size, the right boob size for her size, the right height and everything that social media sails as the ideal woman.
I could honestly say she was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, but yeah I was never saying that out loud. And I am ashamed to say, that could be one of the reasons that I despised her so.
Her perfect life, perfect family, that was all once mine.
While I-
"If your eyes were guns, you would be in prison for murdering your step sister," Ally commented lowly, making me snap my gaze back to her.
I breathed out taking my eyes off her to the gym floor, “sorry,” I mumbled.
"Up ladies!!" Our Gym teacher, called out, I was yet to know her name as this was my first gym class at Rodney High.
She was pretty for a gym teacher in my opinion, as most gym teachers turned to be more of on the manly side, but she balanced her superiority and femininity quite well which was honestly impressive. Curvy but fit in all the right ways. Brown eyes, dark hair, her smooth cocoa skin, very fit, even though she was probably in her thirties.
The boys groaned as they got up, not because she was tiring them out, (we only just began), but because she called them, "ladies"
Khloe walked over to the gym teacher, whispering something to her, she nodded as Azian walked in. I could feel my heart thud against my chest as I watched him along with the rest of the student body population including the teacher.
Despite loathing him forever, I still couldn’t help but wonder just, how it is he was created. Shorts suited him well, better than any model.
He probably shouldn't have come, I didn’t think I took any classes with him, but gym was more crowded than my normal classes and now all eyes were on him.
He must get sick of the attention, but he shouldn't hate any of us too much. It really isn't anyone’s fault he was a sight to see, so beautiful, his eyes, his body, his height, and his voice, his everything. Even if at the end of it all he was the biggest jerk in the world.
 I should have known from the start though, he definitely seemed too good to be true. Almost unearthly,
I paused glancing at Ally, who was surprisingly also looking at me
Almost supernatural.
She seemed to read my mind as her eyes widened.