<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/GregHead.jpg)(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/MarkHead.jpg)(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/EddieHead.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Greg</strong>/<strong>Mark</strong>/<strong>Eddie</strong><br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Stretch/Frequency/Freight Train<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Jock NPCs<br/><strong>Location:</strong>MVP Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Karter, Braelyn and Beth<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Greg nodded as he and the others walked up to the 'Queen B's" as they were sometimes known.  He glanced over to the closed door of the coach's office and raised a brow.  What was she doing, giving him a blow job, right before class?  That would be all kinds of fucked up.  Yeah, that chick was geeky to the extreme, even if she was also cute in her own way.  Not that he would ever try and tap that particular ass... his rep wasn't something that he was willing to risk.  Dating a girl like that would be like coming to school smelling like industrial strength zit cream.  Social suicide.<br/><br/>Mark nodded as the girls talked about giving someone a makeover.  He thought it was pretty cool of them to give some unpopular girl the chance to rise above unfashionable clothing or whatever made them... well, not one of them.  He offered a smile to first Braelyn and then Beth.  He wouldn't have minded dating the gorgeous redhead himself, but since his best friend used to date her, she was off limits.  Greg chuckled.<br/><br/><strong>"We'll have to take a look around ourselves.  We could call it our 'Dork Outreach Program'... or D.O.P.."</strong><br/><br/>Mark and Eddie chuckled as well and as more students filtered in, Eddie glanced over at Karter as she entered.  He gave her a bit of a smile as he watched her.  Mark and Greg didn't seem to notice her at first, so preoccupied were they with the 'B's'... then suddenly the coach's door opened and they heard his voice ring out just after his whistle blew.  All three of them quickly lined up on the 'starting' line of the track and did a bit of stretching to prepare themselves.  All three of them knew exactly what the 'activity' would be the next day if one of them were to win... correction, -when- one of them won.  There was no doubt in any of their minds.  As the coach shouted "Go!", each of them started running... Greg paced himself, while Mark ran with everything that he had, confident in his own stamina.  Eddie on the other hand just took off at his own moderate pace and would keep it up the entire ten laps.