Taking a closer look at the medallion, Jake sees that there are different-looking symbols and writing on it which is partially obscured by dirt. He grabs a shirt laying
next to him on the bench and rubs the medallion lightly, removing the dirt and grime. At the same time he feels a slight electrical tingle running through him -- as if
he'd somehow touched a live wire or electric fence.
He looked at the shirt in his hand and noticed the name in the collar -- XL "Woods". Examining the shirt further he realized that he'd just used Pete Woods' shirt to
wipe off the medallion. Pete was the hunky star football player that had PE with him. How the shirt got over to his area, Jake didn't know. But he knew he was in
trouble. The shirt had grime right in the center of the stretched-out area that had, until recently, been trying to contain Pete's huge pecs.
Movnig quickly, Jake shoved Pete's shirt down into his gym bag and threw the bag into his locker. He looked around and was releived to find that no one had seen
him. About that time, the musclular 6'3" frame of Pete Woods strode around the corner and stopped in front of Jake.
"Hey fuckwad, where is my shirt? It was right here when I went to take a leak."
Jake mumbles a quick "Uh, I dunno" and heads for the door to the weight room, anxious to get out of harm's way, but noticing that his shirt felt unusually tight on
him.