It’s late spring. The crickets are buzzing and the sun is shining down on you. The worst part? It’s gym class and you’re running laps. Even worse? Everytime stupid Tartaglia runs past you he smacks your back just to prove how much faster he is.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Tartaglia smacking your back and running past you once again. But this time he slows down slightly to the same pace.

“You okay? You’re all sweaty and gross.” He said teasingly before speeding up again.