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Jack had, as predicted, finished his three miles well ahead of everyone else. the time had then come for sprints and field events, but he'd be lying if he said today's practice was at all difficult by Coach's standards. Probably because the soccer team had a home game today; the fact that their high school somehow managed to have only one field was kind of annoying like that.
Still, it wasn't like he thought the track team should have it all to themselves or anything. Granted, they were the winningest team the school had, but... Aw shut it, Jack, you're being an asshole again. sometimes, he caught himself thinking really jerk-like things. most of the time, he put it down to his pretentious upbringing, but he knew he was a bit of an ass himself, sometimes. Still, he was working on it, and generally managed to avoid being too mean to anyone. well, except maybe teachers who didn't know when to lay off.
He briefly debated watching the soccer game, just to kill more time before he had to go home, but then he remembered the big test he had in calculus tomorrow, and groaned inwardly. It wasn't hard, but he did need to maybe actually crack the book once in a while, instead of just faking away the class and doing the worksheets without bothering to put a lot of effort into it.
Decided, he headed back for the locker room and changed, deciding that there was as usual no way he was showering here. Those things were just plain gross; he was pretty sure by now that the mysterious black "stain" on the floors was actually mold. He might have to consider breaking his enforced silence with both his parents just to get them to donate enough to clean the place up, maybe throw in a new field while they were at it. It wasn't as though it would be a problem, and his dad would probably be glad to help out. His mother would complain about the barbarity of sports, but that was mostly for show.
Removing his keys from his backpack, Jack slid his shades onto his face and headed for the parking lot, depressing the button that unlocked his shiny silver Mercedes with a beep. He really, really, didn't want to go home, and any distraction would be welcome, but... there was the test to consider.
Still, it wasn't like he thought the track team should have it all to themselves or anything. Granted, they were the winningest team the school had, but... Aw shut it, Jack, you're being an asshole again. sometimes, he caught himself thinking really jerk-like things. most of the time, he put it down to his pretentious upbringing, but he knew he was a bit of an ass himself, sometimes. Still, he was working on it, and generally managed to avoid being too mean to anyone. well, except maybe teachers who didn't know when to lay off.
He briefly debated watching the soccer game, just to kill more time before he had to go home, but then he remembered the big test he had in calculus tomorrow, and groaned inwardly. It wasn't hard, but he did need to maybe actually crack the book once in a while, instead of just faking away the class and doing the worksheets without bothering to put a lot of effort into it.
Decided, he headed back for the locker room and changed, deciding that there was as usual no way he was showering here. Those things were just plain gross; he was pretty sure by now that the mysterious black "stain" on the floors was actually mold. He might have to consider breaking his enforced silence with both his parents just to get them to donate enough to clean the place up, maybe throw in a new field while they were at it. It wasn't as though it would be a problem, and his dad would probably be glad to help out. His mother would complain about the barbarity of sports, but that was mostly for show.
Removing his keys from his backpack, Jack slid his shades onto his face and headed for the parking lot, depressing the button that unlocked his shiny silver Mercedes with a beep. He really, really, didn't want to go home, and any distraction would be welcome, but... there was the test to consider.