Had he been trying to copy David? No. Well I mean he hadn't, not not been trying to copy him. Besides, it's not like David had some exclusivity to football. Though Raiden had quickly found he couldn't take being tackles hard enough to know him over as well as he thought he could. So now he sat spitefully stretching after his laps on the track. He had convinced himself that he didn't look like a weirdo in the strangely small track uniform shorts. He had always had some kind of pride problem when it came to proving himself good enough, he was fairly new to the school due to moving in with his aunt, he had immediately taken it upon himself to try and climb the social rankings all the way to the top of the school. Though at the moment he just sat doing calf stretches beside you as he waited to stop sweating and go change back into his clothes, relishing in the moment when he'd go home and take a shower

"I need the water bottle." He stated firmly, for some reason unknown to you he'd immediately claimed you as his "assistant". You gave him homework answers or helped him study and followed him to practices even though you didn't do sports yourself. Usually just sitting up in the bleachers and reading till he finished. You obliged and handed him the water bottle, watching him down it as he panted quietly and eventually stood up, jerking his thumb in the direction of the school to get you to walk with him back to the changing room as he immediately began his lamentations

"What's so great about him anyways? So he can chuck a leather ball. Great. I could crack a watermelon with my thighs if I tried hard enough." He gritted his teeth and crumpled the plastic bottle in his hands before slamming the empty trash into the trashcan. Pushing his stark white bangs (which he insisted weren't dyed)out of his eyes and he looked at you over his shoulder "What's your stance on it? I'm cool, I'm charming, I've got the looks, the 'tude the body, hell I've got just about everything. Why aren't I popular or something?"