Keith heard Alex shouting at the wannabes and then realized she was in the gym. He quickly put his contacts in so he could see, and then saw it was her. It was hard not to wave, she said she was a bitch and she wasn't nice, but he couldn't help feel like she was his only friend. As if it weren't hard enough to be the new kid everyone picked on, the only person who cared wouldn't show she cared. He was pretty confused. Keith went back to working out when he was stopped by the same punks Alex was yelling at.<br/><br/>"Hey, did you break your arm wackin' off too much?" One asked. "No, he broke it playing dungeons and dragons! Obviously!" Another, more obnoxious one shouted. "Here, let's see who can do the most pull-ups, your scrawny ass or my granny!" Keith's face never changed, he was stoic and his eyes were focused as he jumped to grab the higher up bar. One of the punks thought it would be funny to try and swat Keith's arm out of way, his broken arm. Pain surged through Keith as he dropped, gripping his cast. He didn't make a sound, just closed his eyes tight and forced the pain to leave. He got back up just in time for the bell as the punks jogged off to meet the coach