The male coach told them that it was five laps and then dodge ball for them. Keith cracked his neck and then darted around the room at top speed. He was leading the pack by a mile and finished his laps with enough time to do jumping jacks while he waited for everyone else. Even though he was a nerd who had no back-bone and was constantly buried in books, he took his physical health very seriously and wanted to prove a point to the punks. Keith hated the idea of all eyes being on him as he waited for everyone else, but it almost like he was in a trance and he did his damnedest to ignore the need to throw up. The coach patted him on the back for doing so well as everyone got ready for dodge ball. He was always the last choice for dodge ball, but he didn't even care, he was going to get this class over with and move on to the next one, keeping his head down for the ride. Keith was doing everything he could to not look at Alex, to let her do whatever it was she wanted to do that seemed to have nothing to do with him. Occasionally, his eyes found her though, and he had a hard time breathing. She was truly gorgeous.<br/><br/>The punks all ended up on one team and Keith was on the other. Big shocker, but it was payback time. Keith was like a ninja on the court, dodging left and right, catching a few and waiting for the perfect moment. The mach was basically Keith vs the punks, but Keith was holding his own. He hadn't even been touched yet, and he was doing this one handed. At one point, the lead punk, also the one who swatted at his broken arm threw a ball straight for Keith. With a powerful leap, Keith did a front flip and hurled his own ball at the punk. The punk dodged, but Keith was still in the game. He caught another ball, sending one more player to the bench as it came down to two on one.<br/><br/>Keith took a deep breath, the pain creeping back into his body and some fatigue setting in. Trying to force it out wasn't working, and soon a pained look was painted on his face as he sort of hobbled around the court, still dodging like a mad man. Keith let his ball fly, nailing the second to last punk, making it one one one. His chest was tightening and his muscles throbbed in pain, but he needed to win and humiliate that punk. In a Spiderman maneuver, Keith blocked the punk's last ball and then let his fly. He hit the kid's thigh, winning. That was that. Coach told them four more laps and then they'd be done