Today was the same as always. Pass that test, answer that question, finish that assignment. It was like you were some untouchable academic god, one of few at the school. Another, Benny Rodriguez, seemed to be untouchable in the same sense. He held baseball as a whole in the palm of his hand, a blind man could see his sheer skill. That’s what lumped you together, talent.

you stood at your locker before lunch neatly setting books into your locker and thanking any upper being for Friday’s arrival. Then there was a small creak in the locker next to yours, someone leaning on it. You clicked the door shut and found yourself standing with the Godlike athlete himself, Benjamin “The Jet” Rodriguez. And all he does is smile some.