Craig and Jake went to the closest table to the doors outside. Craig started eating his pizza, and opened his milk. Jake took a bite out of the chicken leg he was eating, and started speaking to Craig.
"So Craig," started Jake with his mouth full of chicken, "what do you do for fun? Do you play any sports?"
Craig laughed, "No, I'm no a sports type of guy. I've got no coordination, and it doesn't help that I'm so small."
"Eh, I've seen smaller." replied Jake. "So, what do you do?"
"Well... umm..." stammered Craig. He didn't really do much outside of school when he was in the UK, and he didn't really know anyone here. "Nothing really, I'm kind of a boring guy, I guess." He frowned. Craig didn't feel great that someone was actually taking an interest in him and he didn't really have much to say.
"Well, that's alright. Everyone's gotta start somewhere. Do you want to toss a football around after we eat?" asked Jake.
Craig was scared. Jake was big, and probably had a hard throw. Craig wasn't a great catcher and he definitely wasn't good at throwing, however something compelled him to choose to do so anyway. "Yeah, man, that would be cool." he replied.
The boys finished their lunch, mostly in silence. Craig wasn't really a conversation starter, and Jake was too hungry to bother. After they finished, Jake got up. "Let's get a football from the gym.", he said.
Craig and Jake started walking to the gym, and they saw the equipment room as left open. They walked into the room, and Mr. Smithers, the gym teacher was there.
"Hey Coach!" exclaimed Jake upon seeing him.
"Hello Jake, what're you up to?" replied the gym teacher. Mr. Smithers was built. He was muscular and tough, and the football coach. His bald head shined a little from the lights being lower in the equipment room than the gym.
"Not much, do you mind if we get a football and throw it around? We'll bring it back before next period starts."
"Of course Jake, anything for you. Who's your friend there?" Mr. Smithers asked, pointing at Craig.
"Me? I'm Craig Reynolds." said Craig to the teacher. "I'm new here as of this year, I moved from the UK. I'm in your phys. ed class."
"Ah, Greg is it? Well, nice to meet you, I'm sure I'll get to know you more over the course of the year." Mr. Smithers stuck out his hand, and Craig shook it, not even bothering to correct him that his name was Craig, not Greg.
Mr. Smithers tossed Jake a ball, and Jake and Craig left, starting to head outside.
"You didn't even mention anything about your uniform being supposedly stolen." said Jake ad they exited the building through the gym doors.
"I must of forgotten." replied Craig, "No big deal anyway. Pass the ball!"