The gym hall fit in with the rest of the theme of the school that looked like something straight out of the eighties. The large room smelt like sweat and it made me doubt that anyone had cleaned the place in the past decade. The lines of the basketball court were fading, and the bleachers were a murky grey colour.

Something else that looked like it belonged in the eighties was my gym teacher. He was small with a potbelly and a moustache. His patterned tracksuit made him look more like a doughnut than an athlete.

He currently looked like a very angry doughnut as his eyes landed on my shirt.

"Hi Coach," I said with an awkward smile while I crossed my arms over my chest.

The crossing of my arms only drew more attention to my chest because the action made the material rise. My black lace bra was slightly visible.

"Miss Miller." The gym coach uttered in disbelief "Do you want to explain your outfit?"

I laughed nervously and looked around "So this is not a Vegas strip club...?"

He shook his head and told me sternly "You can’t participate in basketball in that attire."

"So, I have to sit out?" I concluded while trying to keep my excitement to a minimum.

The gym teacher nodded.

"I am bringing a smaller shirt next week." I mumbled under my breath.

Lana raised her hand sheepishly to ask the teacher "Can I sit out, too?"

"Why, Miss Armstrong?" The angry doughnut questioned.

"What if I get kidnapped and snatched from the bleachers?" I exaggerated while taking a step closer to Lana "I need her to protect me."

"Miss Miller, you and I both know you are more than capable of defending yourself." The coach did not look convinced as he pointed out "I still remember the case with poor David Walker."

"David tried to take the ball away from me!" I defended.

"We were playing football." The gym teacher exclaimed, "That is the aim of the game"

I widened my eyes to make them appear sadder while I argued "I'm just not feeling that well and Lana can come and look after me"

The gym teacher looked so done with the conversation, so he finally agreed "Sit at the bleachers and do not interrupt my lesson."

Both Lana and I smiled victoriously as we headed to the bleachers. We walked past the crowd of our classmates that were whistling and cheering.

Most of the cheers were male and it was not because they were excited to play basketball.

My whole face turned the colour of a tomato as I shrank in my seat and tried to hide. I pulled down my shirt and pulled my hair over my shoulder to hide my face.

The class were getting split into teams for the basketball game. Lana looked around the bustling court for a specific someone and I joined in with her search.