David barely made it in the nick of time. Jake laughed at him as he stumbled over to the bleachers.
"How rough were the locker rooms?" He asked.
"Cody asked me about Rachel's panties. Again."
Jake laughed.
"The man only thinks with his dick!" He hollered.
"Good thing Trevor covered me when I left,"
"Heh, yeah."
David walked up the bleachers and sat next to his friend.
"Hey Jake?"
Jake turned, "hmm?"
"Do you wanna do something a bit...different for me?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"Well," David started, "Apparently there's a fourth floor in the works, and I kinda wanna see it after this period's over,"
"A fourth floor?" Jake wheezed, "Have you been hangin' with the freshies again?"
"Yea...well, no, that's not the point," he said, as Jake rolled his eyes.
"The point is I need an elevator key, and I know you have it in with Ms. Nalu, so if you could get one for me -"
Jake snorted, "You've really done it this time. Besides, you could do it just as well as I, and I'm pretty sure there isn't one to begin with,"
The tips of David's ears turned pink, "Aww, c'mon dude! You know I gotta ask Mr. Rogers if I can skip. Besides, you didn't think I was going there all by myself, didja?"
Jake smirked, "Good point."
"And stop calling them freshies, a couple months ago you still were one."
Jake shrugged, "Agree to disagree."
Right then, the P.E teacher sounded her whistle. The two boys stood and raced down to the gymnasium floor, where it turned out they'd be playing Jake's personal favorite - dodgeball. As the gymnasium filled with the sounds of bouncy balls hitting walls, floors, and even other people, David still couldn't help but get the fourth floor off his mind.
At last, Jake and Cody were the only ones left for their respective teams, David being the last one out before the showdown.
"You can't avoid me forever, my guy," Cody teased as he gripped the red balls in his hands tighter.
"For someone who only has one thing on his mind 24/7, dodgeball sure comes easy to you," Jake kidded, his hands empty.
Cody got his pitching hand ready, and hurled the first ball towards Jake's torso. Jake dodged to the left, and managed to grab the ball in midair as it bounced off the wall. Cody took his moment of haste as an opportunity and threw his other ball, sailing closer to Jake's head, as he barely managed to suck as the ball hissed above him.
Cody cursed silently to himself. There were so many balls on Jake' side, and he had thrown his last one. Jake took his moment of vulnerability to throw two jet-fast balls, one to Cody's left and one to Cody's right. As Cody squeezed his way between the two, Jake snatched up another ball that set it's course towards Cody's torso.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The ball hit Cody's abdomen as the bell rang for the end of first period. Jake's team cheered as he basked in the glory of their last target being hit. As both teams cleaned up the balls, Jake made his way to David.
"You were great out there, man!" David said with a smirk.
"What can I say? I fend pretty well for myself."
The two chuckled.
"So, I'll see you in study hall?" Jake asked.
"What?"
"The fourth floor, dude. I'm coming with."
"Awesome!"
As David waved a temporary goodbye to Jake after the both of them changed, he made his way to his next class - Literature. Except this time, like many, he wasn't going to stay in that class.
"Mr.Rogers?" David asked, putting his backpack on his desk.
"No need, David! I already told you, since you took the test early you could go to the study hall until we take it in two classes."
David smiled, as he slugged his backpack on his back.
"Thanks Mr.Rogers!"
"Don't mention it."
As the bell for second period rang, David raced from the third floor to the first, where he found his friend Jake waiting with the key around his lanyard.
"What took you so long?" He joked.
"You know I'm on the third floor!"
"Touché."
The two boys, with the slips from the Study Hall, made their way to the elevator.
"Odd, I hadn't seen that button before," Jake said as he pressed the "4" button.
"Must be new," David smirked.
The sophomore sighed, "Y'know, I hate when you're right sometimes."
"Score one for the freshmen."
"Whatever."
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