Gym, Saturday

[onepunchguy]

Let it never be said that Guy Gardner couldn't teach.

Sure, his methods might run a bit toward the Kilowog 'Let's yell until they do it right' spectrum, but that was only when they deserved it. And, let's face it, when didn't they deserve it?

"Welcome to class, boys and girls." He was being kind and not calling them all girls. Wimpy little punks

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[chief_cheerio]

Oh, please. The magic trick was nifty, but like he was anything next to Sue Sylvester. Quinn gave him a skeptical look, then raised her hand.

She was actually pretty good at dodgeball, but getting out of contact sports was, like, Teacher Manipulation 101. Quinn intended to show Stalin Gym Guy who was boss right off.

"I need to be excused from the activity, Mr. Gardner."

[onepunchguy]

God help the world if Guy and Sue Sylvester ever met.

"And why is that?" Guy asked, shooting her a look that very strongly implied she was moving further down on the level of 'Things Guy Thinks Are Stupid'.

[chief_cheerio]

Quinn returned her own version of the same look, then licked her lips before answering.

"I find having things thrown at me very traumatic," she replied. "It brings back bad childhood memories that I don't think it's in anyone's best interest for me to relive. Do you want me to have a flashback in the middle of class?"

[onepunchguy]

"Sure, let's see it," Guy replied with a far too interested grin.

[chief_cheerio]

Quinn folded her arms. "You really want to get the school involved in a lawsuit on the very first day of classes?"

[onepunchguy]

"Look, kid. If you're gonna try an' get outta class, you're gonna need to be more creative than some bullshit childhood trauma," Guy said, letting one of the green balls bounce next to him.

[chief_cheerio]

"It's not BS." Quinn reached for another ball, and bounced it hard a few times before lowering her voice. He wasn't a pushover. She could respect that. "All right, so what would I have to do to get out of class?"

[onepunchguy]

"Play the game and don't annoy me too much."

That was simple, right?

[chief_cheerio]

"That's not getting out of class." Quinn tossed the weird green ball at his chest, hard. "That's playing dodgeball. There aren't even any fat kids in this class who I can get out first."

[onepunchguy]

Well, at least she had a decent arm on her.

Guy looked down, brushing off his chest as the ball bounced to the ground. "Wow. Aren't you a quick one. Keep that up and you'll be outta here in no time at all."

[chief_cheerio]

Of course she had a good arm on her. Cheerleaders were athletes, not just ninnies jumping around in sweaters.

Not that Quinn expected this lamebrain to recognize that.

"Fine," she said, rolling her eyes elaborately. "If I start spazzing it's your fault. And my father will sue."

[onepunchguy]

"Duly noted," Guy replied dryly.

He grinned wide as more more of the green balls appeared around him, all heading in her direction now.

[chief_cheerio]

There were too many to dodge or knock out of her way, so Quinn cut her losses and dove down to the gym floor. She came up rubbing her shoulder.

"How do magical balls made out of light hurt that much?" she asked sheepishly. "And that was not fair."

[onepunchguy]

"It ain't magic, it's a power ring, first of all." Oh yeah, that was said in the same way someone would inform you the sky is blue. "And second of all, it wasn't that hard."

[chief_cheerio]

All of which pissed Quinn off enough that she just whimpered softly, grabbed a ball that was rolling by, and threw it at his stupid smug face as hard as she could.

Sorry, Guy.

[onepunchguy]

Oh yeah, this could be fun.

It wouldn't be nice to just disappear the ball right now, would it? She was just lucky that Guy liked that she had spunk. "See? Now yer havin' fun!"