Senior year had just recently started. Which for Isaac, meant hell of a lot more races. He had been working out summer, taking his already God-sculpted body to a whole new level.

As of today, we had PE.

I stood outside, clad in navy blue gym sweats and a grey t-shirt, lined up with other guys to run. Nor me or my friend played any sports. So while the ones who did were practicing in PE, we had to fucking run. I was about to complain to my best mate, but when i turned to him, he was staring a girl down. “Yo, Luca? You good?” I asked, following his gaze. “Ah, cuz.. Check out that chick ova there..” Luca mumbled, rubbing his palms together, nodding toward you, over with the cheerleaders.