As usual, Benji was late for gym. It's not that he didn't like the class (even though he didn't), it was just that he hated everyone in it. Especially now that Amy was ditching.
He sighed and made his way into the locker room, pushing past the annoyingly sweaty crowd of hormonal teenage boys and right to the bathroom stalls in the back. He always changed here. There had never been any problems.
Briefly, as he turned to lock the bathroom stall behind him, he remembered Amy's comments; that she wanted to avoid JT for today. Honestly, so did Benji... not that he didn't always want to avoid him anyway.
The commotion of arguments about football had just about reached its peak when Benji deemed it safe, and pulled off his shirt over his head, reaching into his backpack for his gym clothes.
