Alex's POV:
One week later
"Okay, people, we'll be running today," the P.E. teacher announced, prompting me to groan loudly.
"Something wrong, Ms. James?" he asked, watching me closely.
"Nope," I replied, shaking my head as some guys, including my co-star for the play, chuckled.
"Good. Ten laps around the field, then stretches," he blew the whistle.
"Ten, what?!"
"Sir, I'm not feeling well. I think I should sit this one out," I protested.
"Suck it up and go," he ordered.
I rolled my eyes and headed outside to meet the others. Let’s just get this over with.
***
"You look like you’ve been hit by a car," Noah laughed as he caught up with me before lunch. I was the last to finish my laps, and after showering—which took a while since I kept checking for spies—I rushed to the cafeteri
