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Post by << Angelo >> on Sept 18, 2006 19:59:59 GMT -5
Ryan stepped into the gym, ready to get started with the later classes. A lot of students came early to talk to him, and a lot of girls to admire him... He didn't mind it anymore, he was single, wishing he had someone, so the teaching kept him alive. Mr. Rivera grinned, attempting to plan on what to do with the kids today...
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Post by S a M a N T H a ;; on Sept 19, 2006 15:21:49 GMT -5
Samantha walked into the gym with a groupp of giggly girls that were all dressed exactly alike in their P.E. attire and their hair, all different colors and styles bouncing around their shoulders. Samantha however, unlike msot girls only came for one thing. Mr. Rivera. He was the best looking gym teacher she ahd ever seen and that's what made it all worth while. He friends all knew to leave him alone because she was trying to get his attention and that's what she tried now, Good afternoon Mr. Rivera.
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Post by << Angelo >> on Sept 19, 2006 15:25:36 GMT -5
Ryan turned at the sound of another's vocals, a smile creeping onto his face. Good afternoon, Samantha. He suddenly realized he could ask them what they wanted to do today... He rather them choose, enjoy it, than him choose, and them hate it, and hate PE. What do you girls want to do today? I haven't made up my plans yet. He quickly asked, slightly embarassed that he hadn't been prepared for the day.
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Post by S a M a N T H a ;; on Sept 19, 2006 15:28:04 GMT -5
She smiled and looked over at the other girls. They talked quietly for a moment before letting Samantha reply, We want to play Vollyball.
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Post by << Angelo >> on Sept 19, 2006 15:34:59 GMT -5
Ryan smiled, nodding. All right, I think I can do that. He replied, moving toward the supply cabinet to get the net, a ladder and a few vollyballs. Moving toward one wall he propped up the ladder, climbing to the top. Skilled hands moved out as he tied the net to a few knobs. Doing the same on the other side he gazed down, climbing to the ground.
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Post by S a M a N T H a ;; on Sept 19, 2006 15:38:42 GMT -5
The girls all stretced or at least most of them did. Samantha was watching Ryan though when he looked over she pretended to stretch.
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Post by << Angelo >> on Sept 19, 2006 15:42:09 GMT -5
Alrighty... He paused glancing about. Where'd all the guys go? He asked, straightening. Ryan shrugged, rubbing his chin. Game, or just playing around today? He asked, rolling a few balls toward the net.
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Post by S a M a N T H a ;; on Sept 19, 2006 15:43:52 GMT -5
The other girls started talkign among themselves and as they did Samantha spoke up, I think we should play one on one. You agaisnt each one of us individually.
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Post by << Angelo >> on Sept 19, 2006 15:46:35 GMT -5
Ryan nodded, shrugging. You girls should teach today... He mumbled, grinning to himself. Never be a teacher... PE teacher anyway... You'll have to teach detention... He chuckled, for he had gotten picked for detention today.
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Post by S a M a N T H a ;; on Sept 19, 2006 15:50:43 GMT -5
Samantha shrugged, I could help you teach during my free period but now I just want to play. Come on Ryan... she teased playfully calling him by his real name though she wasn't suposed to, I'll beat you.
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Post by << Angelo >> on Sept 19, 2006 15:56:20 GMT -5
Ryan grinned, not backing down from the challenge. Really, Ms. Evans? He asked, teasing lightly. he gently kicked a volleyball her way, offering her a serve. I might take you up on that.
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Post by S a M a N T H a ;; on Sept 19, 2006 15:58:47 GMT -5
She smirked and slowly picked up the volly ball, her tank top revaling more than it should have though she hadn't noticed. She stood straight now, all the girls had sat on the sideline. The ball was held in front of her and with one swift motion of her arm she sent it flying across the room.
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Post by << Angelo >> on Sept 19, 2006 19:44:02 GMT -5
Ryan shifted, preparing for her serve. Opticals shifted as she leaned forward, though kept quite intent on her own face. His eyes slipped from their contentful gaze, seeing more than he should have. She was only a few years younger than himself... Did that really matter? He took a small step back as the ball hurled down toward him, muscles flexed as he bumped it heavily, leaving it seeming to hang over the net.
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Post by S a M a N T H a ;; on Sept 19, 2006 19:46:48 GMT -5
She watched him, observing his movements before running to the net and tapping the ball. She hoped to make it only go a few feet over the net to throw him off.
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Post by << Angelo >> on Sept 19, 2006 19:50:01 GMT -5
Skilled eyes followed the ball, deciding he'd only be able to make it if he dove. Pushing off of the ground, hedove, missjudging a bit and having to twist to get the ball. It hit the net, hanging for a moment, but then dropping back onto his side. His body slid all the way under the net, going almost all the way under her legs.
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