Coach Gallagher interrupted Charles at the point.
"Hey, Charles, why aren't you suited up? Wrestling started 10 minutes ago."
Charles sighed, and opened the locker next to Michael Peters' locker. Charles sniffed the black sock, and set it on the locker door as he changed into his wrestling singlet.
Then Charles grabbed Cory, and put it on his right foot. Charles reached into the locker, and puts Michael's other black sock. Then he tossed his two stinky black socks into Michael's locker and shut it. Then he headed off to the wrestling practice.
Cory freaked. Did Charles know it was him? Or didn't he like washing his own socks?
He felt Charles heavy foot crushing him with every step. He could taste Charles' foot. Maybe he should have let Charles catch him, it couldn't be worse than this?