The rest of the work out was uneventful. I'd nearly forgotten what had happened to Ryan. It was so incredible.
I started to change. Horst stood on Carter's shoulders, and they rescued my jock from the sprinkler overhead. Horst jumped off of Carter's shoulders and landed behind me.
"Here's your jock, can we please have Ryan back," Horst pleaded.
"You wanna wear him?" I asked casually.
"Hmm. No, I mean, change him back please." Interesting, the look on his face suggested Horst was considering other possiblities.
"Horst, I'm not a fucking diving board," Carter complained rubbing his shoulder.
"Not yet," I added. This was fun. He stopped whining pretty fast.
I was beginning to figure out how the medallion worked. I needed to test it. "On second thought, no witnesses."
I was right. It was about focus. I didn't have to say or do anything. I just had to focus on my target and the medallion did the rest. Carter became a diving board ready to be installed.
Horst was quick to respond and so I didn't have time to think of anything to change him into. I just changed him into the first thing that popped into my head: a towel.
I quickly checked to see that there were no further witnesses. Satisfied, I finished changing. The floor was littered with various new athletic equipment but all I had to do was change the locker room a bit and people would believe I left before the others disappeared. I broke the lock on the back door, broke open several lockers, and scattered more athletic equipment. I set a perfect crime scene.
I successfully left according to plan and headed to next class. As I sat in class, I thought about how I was able to draw on Ryan's intelligence and wondered if other people would be able to draw on the intelligence of the new athletic equipment. I thought that the only reason I drew on Ryan's intelligence was because I already knew the jockstrap was Ryan. Ryan, Horst, Carter, and any of the others would not be able to telepathically communicate with anyone that could come after me.
I got away with it. The power of what I could do felt good. I started to plan my next move but first, I had to get rid of one more piece of evidence.
By the time I got out of class, the police were all over the gym trying to figure out what happened. Carefully, I hid Ryan the jock strap under a nearby bush and left.