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Jack watched with some bemusement as the soccer team joined the cheerleaders on the field. That could be interesting, after a fashion. The soccer captain was known to have a problem with Effy Parker, who basically commanded the cheerleaders, being the only one of them with a brain to speak of. Jack didn't particularly like cheerleaders on principle; they were simply far too happy (when they weren't busy being catty), and it came off as fake most of the time, but Effy didn't really have that problem. Why, he couldn't say, but whatever. Some people just defied your stereotypes, and that was that.
Whether or not there would be an argument remained to be seen, but for now Jack was going to do what Jack did best: ignore everyone else and run. He enjoyed very much the feeling of solitude that running could give a person, even in the middle of a crowd. Focus enough on the sound of your own breathing, on the feel of your feet against the pavement below, and nothing else mattered unless you wanted it to, which Jack rarely did.
Initially, he'd only joined the track team because he was fast and wanted any possible excuse to stay away from home as late as possible. These days, he pretty much did what he wanted and ignored his parents, but he'd stuck with track. He'd come to like it, really, and at least when you were tired at the end of a workout you felt like you'd accomplished something, unlike when you were tired after arguing with your father abut how you weren't your sister and never would be- no. This was his chance to not think about that, and he was going to take it.
Passing the first mile mark, he increased his speed, allowing himself to stretch out a bit more and overtaking a good half the people between himself and the leader in the process. Marcus Dunlap, a football player who did track in his off-season, was currently in front of everyone else, as usual. The guy liked to think he had it all, but it generally just left everyone except his cronies and his girlfriend with a bitter taste in their mouths.
Whether or not there would be an argument remained to be seen, but for now Jack was going to do what Jack did best: ignore everyone else and run. He enjoyed very much the feeling of solitude that running could give a person, even in the middle of a crowd. Focus enough on the sound of your own breathing, on the feel of your feet against the pavement below, and nothing else mattered unless you wanted it to, which Jack rarely did.
Initially, he'd only joined the track team because he was fast and wanted any possible excuse to stay away from home as late as possible. These days, he pretty much did what he wanted and ignored his parents, but he'd stuck with track. He'd come to like it, really, and at least when you were tired at the end of a workout you felt like you'd accomplished something, unlike when you were tired after arguing with your father abut how you weren't your sister and never would be- no. This was his chance to not think about that, and he was going to take it.
Passing the first mile mark, he increased his speed, allowing himself to stretch out a bit more and overtaking a good half the people between himself and the leader in the process. Marcus Dunlap, a football player who did track in his off-season, was currently in front of everyone else, as usual. The guy liked to think he had it all, but it generally just left everyone except his cronies and his girlfriend with a bitter taste in their mouths.