Fing Perfect - S01 E02

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Fing Perfect - S01 E02

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

Insult to Injury

From the moment Grace set her eyes on Cal she knew she wouldn't like that tall, blonde bitch.

Who does she think she is, just waltzing in on a scene she knew nothing about? Talking shit like she owned the place even though she was just a loser transfer student.

The lead of her mechanical pencil snapped off from the force Grace was using on the surface of her notebook. Honestly, she was just blankly writing down whatever her history teacher put on the whiteboard without giving it a second thought. Focus, Grace," she thought to herself. That dyke isn't worth sabotoging your grades over.

Being the top of her class didn't come without it's share of backbreaking work. Allowing herself to lose focus even for a little bit only compounded the work she'd need to do after school. And homework/studying already took up nearly every minute of her time at home. Perhaps that why the school day drama was so appealing to the tightly-wound future valedictorian. And this new girl was so interesting that it was bleeding into her thoughts in class.

But there would be time to think about how Grace would exact her revenge on this "Cal" girl. For now, she had to focus on the social impact of the transatlatic railroad.

It was now time for Grace Jordan's least favorite class of all time – team sports. Unfortunately for Grace, she couldn't get out of completing that treacherous gym credit – her father told her that he wouldn't ask for a waiver from the school since "she could use some lessons in coordination".

So here Grace was, walking out of the girl's locker room to join her class in playing volleyball. Only, today there was something more unbearable than having to physically exert herself for an hour with other sweaty high schoolers.

"What's she doing here?" Grace hissed at her friend Jeanette.

The red-head followed Grace's eyes to the other team on the opposite side of the volleyball net. "Oh, I guess we're playing against the general health class. And the dyke's one of them."

When the tall blond noticed the two girls staring, she gave an infuriatingly sarcastic wave.

"Oh, great," Grace mumbled. "This class was already an eyesore."

"I know right," Jeanette crooned. "But at least we're not on the same team with her – she might try to make a pass at us." The red-headed laughed in a way that was strikingly similar to a Disney villain.

"Alright, everyone, let's get started!" the gym teacher, Mr. Roach, yelled out.

As everyone got into their positions, Grace couldn't help but feel some anxiety. Cal looked like a natural-born athlete and Grace was skinny and horribly uncoordinated. She'd have to try her best to not look like a complete idiot in front of her newfound enemy.

Grace ignored the butterflies in her stomach and gathered her resolve. She could do this. She was basically fucking perfect, after all. She could pull off one lousy game of high school volleyball.

Needless to say, Grace was wrong.

While Cal was performing countless spikes and basically ball-hogging the entire game, Grace was fumbling around, hitting out of bounds and completely missing passes. She even accidentally hit herself in the face with the volleyball while trying to serve. Oh, her blood was boiling when she saw Cal's snickering face from across the net.

She was hoping that Cal wouldn't fit the tired stereotype of "tall people are good at sports", but unfortunately, she did. Very well.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mr. Roach told the class to wrap up and head to the locker room. Grace zipped out of there before Mr. Roach even finished his sentence knowing full well that Cal's class would be coming as well.