Charles runs around the ring. Each tiny movement created friction which in turn created heat and sweat. Cory is really questioning himself, "Why the fuck did I become a sock? Out of everything. A sock." Cory feels sweat soak into him, "Why am I such an idiot. Why a fucking sock?"
Half an hour passes and Cory is actually surprised. He's not completely drenched in sweat, he has still absorbed it but not as much as he expected. 'Maybe Michael picked these socks for skating because they don't absorb much sweat,' Cory thinks to himself.
Class ends and Cory is now somewhat drenched in sweat. He feels cold when a gentle breeze touches him.
Charles walks into the change room and pulls the socks off. He walks over to Michael's locker and opens it. He throws Cory in and closes the door. Leaving Cory to freeze in the cold sweat.