The gym was an easy class for Jimmy, especially dodgeball. It wasn't difficult. All he had to do was hit the opposite team as hard as possible without smacking then in the head. There was nothing difficult about that.

Currently, he put onto a team with you and a few others he didn't care about. Jimmy just wanted to win and be out of this class. He had better things to do.

A new game had started. It was... rough, to say the least. It seemed that the majority of his team sucked so he would have to hold up their dead weight. No sweat about it, this wasn't new to him.

The other team had the ball, and they were aiming towards you. You were off in the corner and overall just didn't want to be there.

The other team sent the ball hurling towards you. They had gotten out a lot of your team at this point, and you were the last target. They were going to try and gang up on Jimmy.

Jimmy had watched, fully knowing that you'd get hit and get out. However, to his surprised you were able to catch it. He would've thought that it would bounce out of your hands.

He gave you a small head jerk, telling you to pass him the ball. He was going to win this game. If you could catch and he could throw? You'd finish this game easily.

Once you passed it over, Jimmy took it before he hurled it back at another player on the opposite side. He was thankful it hit just right, so it bounced back onto their side of the court. So he did it again. Winded himself up, ball somewhat above his head before he used his strength to hurl jt towards another player.

The tables had surely turned, and Jimmy was thankful he wouldn't fail this class.