Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 223. Sports

For the next lesson, we needed to get down to the ground floor, where a big room with white lockers welcomed the boys; the girls had their own room.

I stripped to change my clothes, suddenly remembering with horror what would become visible with Henry doing the same.

Again, I was so embarrassed by the biting scars on him that I wanted to bury myself.

"Hm?" He turned to me and looked as if he had caught me peeking at his toned body.

"Don’t get cocky," I said, with my upper body naked, while seeing his gaze shifting from my eyes down to my tattoos—or my body...

At least we were both with our backs to the other guys, who didn’t give a damn about us, so there was no way they would see what I had left with Henry.

"Mhm..." Henry hummed unconvinced, taking a shirt and putting it on, while I did the same.

This time there were black clothes we could change into, a welcome change from the white ones. I had never in my life worn so much white as here; usually, it was black stuff or the phase I forced myself to wear orange.

White is still better than orange, but still.

After we finished, we left the building, landing inside the middle of the donut-shaped building, seeing the girls ready at the starting line of the track field.

Finally outside, I could take a look at the basketball court, soccer field, and the pool. Sadly, it was only running for now, as the coach, standing with his whistle to the side, announced,

"One round of jogging, then we will have a race. The winner gets an additional hour of visitation rights!"

That seemed to pump up the people around us, who started their warm-up run.

I started to pick up the pace but remained at the back of the group, with Henry joining me.

"So? What are your plans after being free?" Henry asked me randomly.

"Retirement," I deadpanned.

"You really meant what you said to your grandma?" Henry laughed.

"I am dead serious. Though I don’t think it will work." I watched the whole group move together, albeit with some distance, conserving their energy for the race, before turning to Henry and seeing him looking distraught.

"Hey, I don’t really care anymore." Again, exhaustion washed over me, just thinking about what awaited me in the future.

I slowly stopped jogging and started walking with my hands in my pockets. Why run when you can walk? I would even prefer to sit down or, the absolute best, lie down and go to sleep.

Henry also slowed down to walking speed and hugged my neck as we strolled along the track.

"Do you want to play basketball together? We haven’t played against each other."

"Meh." I don’t even know if we get free time here to do such stuff.

"Come on, though you’re not as tall, I’ll let you score a point if you promise to wake up obediently tomorrow."

"Pfft, what the hell?" I pushed him away with a laugh, but he bounced back to me like some yo-yo.

The teacher blew his whistle, and when I looked at him, I noticed the rest had already run their round on the track field, and everyone wanted to start the race, waiting for us to finish with our old men walk.

I put my arm around Henry’s waist and steered him across the lawn in the middle of the oval-shaped track field, where also the two soccer goals were.

What followed was a boring race for us, as we naturally didn’t give our best. I would love to, but I don’t even know what I am capable of, so even without considering the paranoia of being cut open, I felt unwell at the thought of showing something I had no knowledge of.

The twins both won the race, leaving everyone behind with ease.

"Were the shadows their counterparts back then, or are they just freaking good?" I leaned to Henry while we walked back.

"No idea, Ethan took over soon that time." Henry shrugged.

The lesson eventually ended after more jogging and running and all, and it seemed there was even a shower room for the boys, reminding me of prison.

Just that the other people were more normal and not some murderers, well... a possible cannibal was among them, and we were posing as people who had really killed some people.

When we entered with towels that were provided, I found that many of the guys who had already entered were looking at us. I had no idea if it was because of our intense eye colors, my tattoos, or because Henry became more otherworldly attractive with each day going by.

"Shit!" Anti-Guy blurted out, eyeing Henry’s chest.

That was my sign, and while I had looked around motionlessly a moment ago, asking myself if we were going to fight in the showers, I quickly left Henry’s side and went to one of the showers as the others approached him.

I turned the water on and held my head under it in an attempt to not hear a thing.

"Whoa!" Another chimed in.

"Man, did you have a good night?"

"No, these are scars, what the heck? Who bites that hard?"

"The chick was apparently very unhappy or very happy with his performance."

These comments were brought to you by ’leveling up’. We thank ’our enhanced hearing’ for even having to perceive things we don’t want to hear.

Neither of these idiots had the gall to come up to Henry or me before; yet now, suddenly, finding a common topic—or I don’t know what this was about—they did exactly that.

I clenched my fist, trying not to feel insulted by some asshole comments.

"Fuck off." Henry emphasized his answer in an interestingly aggressive way, with enough force to really make them shut their traps.

Not only that, the whole room felt strangely silent when I sensed Henry coming to my side, turning on the water of his shower.

The silence continued until we finished and got dressed again.

When we were out, both with semi-wet hair, Henry hugged my neck and pulled me to him.

"Should I punch them?"

"Nah." We walked to the elevator for the first floor, where there would be lunch.

"Should I cut their hair?" Henry asked, and I chuckled.

"I don’t think they would mind as much as Gayman."

"Fine, tell me if you change your mind." Henry and I stepped into the elevator when Chelsea squeezed inside before the elevator doors closed.

"After we have lunch, we have library time!" She sounded excited.

"Oh? They have a library here?"

"Yeah, with everything in it." Chelsea checked herself in the mirror before admonishing us for running around with wet hair.

Could there be books about anatomy there? Though, after having been inside a human body and being traumatized enough to never look at anatomy or biology again, I really wanted to know more about this ominous pineal gland.