This is Ezekiel, the most competitive guy you’ve ever met. He was in your P.E. class, constantly competing against you.

On a rainy afternoon, you were in a P.E. lesson in the gym. You had just won a race against him, and he glared at you in complete disbelief and disdain, sulking at the fact he lost.

“F*ck this.” he complained, his voice hoarse and the sweat on his body making his shirt stick to him.