"Okay, class. Today you are going to be doing basketball" The P.E coach announced. Luke, Calum and Michael are all standing with their classmates. Well, kind of hiding behind them because the teacher always picks on people at the front for answers they don't even know. And if they get it wrong, then hell they are in trouble. The lads groaned with the rest of their class and the teacher announced the first starter activity.

"Right okay that's enough groaning. I want you all to run around the outside of the court" The coach instructed.

"That's easy" Calum whispered to Luke and Michael and the P.E teacher heard him with his super good hearing.

"5 times" The teacher said walking near Calum. The class groaned and all thanked Cal as they ran past him. They were being sarcastic by the way.

"Thanks a lot cal" Luke, Calum and Michael were the last ones to start. They started running and when their teacher wasn't looking, they walked it. Just chatting as they were walking.

"Hood, Hemmings, Clifford, stop talking and dawdling and start running. C'mon get those knees up! Up up up!" The teacher said, watching the lads just walking. The lads looked behind them and saw kids walking like they were. How come they didn't get told off but yet they did? The lads didn't care what the teacher said so they just kept walking.

The coach obviously wanted to keep telling them they were walking instead of running, but carried on watching the other kids finish the 5 laps of the court. The three lads obviously finished last, and the kids were told they had to stay behind 5 minutes at the end for the 5 minutes wasted of the lesson, and Luke Calum and Michael having to stay behind 10 minutes. The teacher got the class started on free throws.

"And whoever doesn't get one in has to run around the outside of the court and then try again then repeat the process until they get one in." The teacher said and some of the popular girls and the most clever ones start off first. They get their throws in and don't have to run around the court. The teacher obviously congratulating them.

"Okay Hemmings, you're turn" Luke carefully aims his throw, actually concentrating for once, not wanting to run around the court again. Not that he didn't run in the first place, he just didn't want to walk around doing nothing without Calum or Michael if they got their throws in and he didn't. Once Luke figured his aim would be ok he threw and got it in first try. He silently cheered, and Calum was next to throw.

He obviously didn't aim because he thought it would be lame. Plus it was wasting time. He just threw it and it was obvious it missed. Calum walked off track and waited for Michael, instantly knowing he would miss his throw too. Michael wanted to concentrate like Luke did so he could get his throw in, but again, he did what Calum did and just threw it in with no aim. He trudged off track and ran with Calum around the outside of the court.

The next time around, Calum got it in and Michael didn't, so he had to run around again. It was only Michael and a few girls left so Michael threw and missed again. All the girls threw and got it in, all except 1, so mikey and the girl had to run around . The girl got it in the next time around and Michael was the only one left. He threw and missed again, so he walked around the track, not caring the teachers shouting and orders. He felt so sick and bent over, throwing up all over his fairly new shoes.

"CLIFFORD!" The teacher shouted making Michael cry.

"Mikey!" Luke and Calum said, running over to Michael and pushing the teacher on their way past. They walked down the hallways towards the office. When they got there they ask for the nurse, the receptionist telling them to sit down and wait for her. About 5 minutes later the nurse came out and asked them what had happened. Calum was the one to explain as Michael was still panting slightly and stressing over what could come from the days events.

"I'll get you some water and a couple of biscuits and then I'll call all of your parents so they can take you boys home." The nurse told them, standing up from where she had been kneeling in front of Michael. She left the boys alone together for a few minutes and that was enough time for the period to finish and the coach to come up to the office and find the four boys.

"Clifford, Hood and Hemmings, you think that was an appropriate way to act, especially in my class. Don't think you are going to get out of this." The coach started to lecture the boys, but he was interrupted.

"Actually, I think it is you who will not be getting out of this." The principal, who was standing in the doorway to her office, announced. You could hear the coach gulp. "You mistreated these boys, as well as numerous other students. This was your last chance. Say goodbye to your position at this school."

The coach stood there, shocked, for a few seconds before turning and storming out of the reception and out of the school, close to bursting with anger. It was silent for a few seconds before the lads burst out laughing.

"He SO deserved that." Calum chuckled.

"Yeah."