York was always more popular than you, a hit with everyone. Even a few of the teachers had a respect for him.

One day, he really got under your skin, teasing and picking on you until you snapped, and the two of you fought.

So there you were, organising the gym closet with him as punishment.

He snapped his fingers to get your attention. When you turned, you saw he had stuffed two volleyballs up his shirt, "Whatcha think? Most girls in our class could only dream of being so voluminous."