Returning to No Applause, Only More of the Same

Chapter 74, Jay Crooks

Chapter 74, Jay Crooks

Were getting a new P.E teacher? Jay Crooks muttered to herself in the dim light of the morning rays.

Her room, small and shabby and filled with a strange smell that couldnt be washed out, was mostly only lit by the decade-old laptop sitting on her third-hand desk. At the moment, the open page showed the homepage of the international school she ruefully attended. Right there, squeezed in-between a plea to stop smoking on school grounds and a list of sick teachers was the news of a new P.E teacher.

Jay huffed lightly. And shed just gotten used to not having P.E, too. Hrm.

A glance at the clock told her the time was 6:45 in the morning. P.E was in the sixth period. Shed been awake since - what? Three? No, it had to have been earlier than that. Either way, unless she decided to try to power-nap through English, she probably wouldnt be able to gather enough energy for even one lap around the gymnasium.

Jay leaned a bit to the right and peeked down at her exposed shins and calves. Yup. Still twigs. Well, no use in just sitting around. With a final sigh and a longing look at her two million open tabs (half of them being Flash games and the rest articles), Jay stood up. Her chair creaked. The floor creaked. The walls cracked. Not that the creaking of half the apartment would wake her mother or anything. That old hag might as well be in a coma.

Looking around, Jay tried to figure out where she might find a plastic bag. One of those you get at a grocery shop. Maybe in the pile of half-okay laundry? Maybe in the old cupboard where she kept her free newspapers?

A crinkling sound brought her attention to the floor. Or maybe it was beneath her foot.

Sighing, she bent down, picked it up, and tried to ignore how her back groaned in pain after half a night of gaming and writing. At least there were no holes or anything in the bag, just an old receipt. Now she just had to fill it with a change of clothes. There should be something in the pile of clothes

She dragged an okay-looking black t-shirt out of the pile. Sniffed it. Okay, yeah, no. She put it back and removed another shirt. Same thing there. Alright, if this shirt isnt okay shell just have to do P.E in her regular clothes Sniff. Uhh. Good enough?

She shoved it into the plastic bag. A little while more of rummaging and she found a pair of sweatpants. Those count as gym clothes, right? Theyre called sweatpants, so Yeah. Alright. Since its not like she has any sports bra or anything shell just use the only one she has, and as for socks Her regular socks will do.

Hopefully shell be able to explain to the new P.E teacher that she doesnt have any sports shoes. Hopefully, he wont have a stick up his ass as the last one did.

Or maybe its a she? The post didnt specify.

Jay suppressed a shudder. If its a she, hopefully, unlike the one before the last, shell use a proper bra while doing jumping jacks. Thats all for later though. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

If she wants to get to school on time, shell need to leave pretty much She glanced at the clock. Yup. Now.

In one movement, she strove over to her desk and shoved both the plastic bag and her old laptop into her school bag. In another swift movement, she slung it over her shoulder. Alright. Time to get to school.

Trying not to look at anything too closely, she stepped out of her room, looked both ways, and then moved down the corridor, evading whatever trash and dirty clothes lay in the way. The door to her mothers bedroom was ajar, but Jay knew from a glance that her mother wasnt in there. Otherwise, shed be able to hear her snoring. Instead, that characteristic sound came from down the hallway to the right. The living room. Great. One more obstacle.

Unconsciously, she began to move with an added touch of silent caution.

The hallway ended and she moved through the living room with subdued, almost tip-toeing steps, making sure not to let her eyes fall on the couch, where her mother laid in a cluster, arms sprawled here and here, her naked body only half-covered by a hastily thrown blanket. A sickly sweet scent clung around her. Jay didnt want to think about what it was. Instead, glueing her eyes to the door, she moved through the room with large strides, a sneer dragging itself across her face. Her hand finally fell on the doorknob.

How all of it connected.

He was fighting a battle when he came here, but he never explained who the enemy was. He came here alone, yet she knew there was no way in hell he could have defeated a competent party of Fighters alone. He alone was chosen to come here. What made him so special?

There was something here he wasnt telling her, and that clawed at her insides.

Well inside Painstone, the three of them parted, going to their own classes. During some classes, two or three of them would meet and at other times they were alone. At lunch, they all met and ate together. Annie alternated between talking in gangly German and over-fluent English, Gerald doing the same but reverse. Jay had no problem with either language, so she was content to just listen to the two misunderstand each other.

Compared to Gerald with all his secrets and mysteries, Annie was pretty boring. The only interesting thing about her that Jay had been able to wring out was that her brother Charlie had gone missing when the portals opened. But that was hardly anything unique. Everybody lost someone to the portals that day.

Oh, wait, right, the slightly interesting thing was that he went missing the day before that. Alongside four other classmates.

Right. All very interesting, but when Jay had tried investigating the incident, shed pretty much hit a brick wall instantly. Nothing there to uncover. Just five rose statues in a courtyard and a newspaper article that was overshadowed and forgotten the very next day. An interesting incident worth trying to uncover with nothing behind it.

Gerald was much more interesting. At least she knew she might be able to get answers someday.

Once lunch finished, all three of them headed to the very same class. P.E.

Jay dreaded it. Forget being thin as a twig, she was more like a dangly wireframe. Bones and skin with pretty much nothing else. If she was lucky, she might be able to get out of this class if the teacher is strict to the point where he doesnt allow people without indoor shoes to do anything. Maybe.

Gerald parted from Annie and Jay and headed to the boys changing room while Annie and Jay went for the girls. After a brief time there, the two of them headed to the inside of the gymnasium. It was large, blue-floored and made for all kinds of sports, none of which Jay liked. If she was lucky, since its his first day on the job, the new teacher might be kind to them. Maybe. Hopefully.

The class gathered on the breeches, some wearing custom shirts with their name and number emblazoned, others wearing regular colourful sports clothes, and Jay wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants.

The door on the far side of the hall opened.

God, he was big. Tall and broad, muscles practically bulging out of his shirt and pants. His eyes were pure white, giving off the impression that he might be blind, but since he walked confidently, his back straight and strong, that didnt seem to be the case. His hair was long and black, draping down his massive pecs and over his broad shoulders. Somehow, the air around him seemed to resound and vibrate with power.

To most in the room, he looked like the most ripped bodybuilder they had ever seen. Or like a shredded strongman.

To Jay, he seemed like a lot more. Her blood froze in her veins.

Divine Human, Lv.???

...What?