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After running what seemed to be an endless amount of moving his legs back and forth on the track field he slowly came to a halt.

His legs were burning like they were on fire and felt like heavy lead was pumping through his veins every second.

Gritting his teeth and bowing forward to stabilize his shaking with his hands as well as massage his legs a little he soon pushed his arms straight upwards when his body went back straight.

Placing his hands behind his head and looking upwards he stayed there for a few minutes to get his breathing under control to get back to a lower pulse.

While Jack did so his coach came over and seemed to have a very pleased smirk on her face.

"Well done, Jackson. You seem to have some value in sport."

Jack himself only looked at her with an expression like he was close to keeling over. "Can I get some rest already?"

He was not asking this question out of the blue. This coach of his had increased the 3 miles to a damn small marathon of 5 miles of constant running. Jack had only been running the past hour on this track and felt like he was dying. He was definitely not used to this amount of exercise level.

The only solace he had was that his endurance stat had been increased by 2 after he seemed to have hit some limit where his battery had run into a grinding standstill.

Apparently running while being very exhausted was the way to build endurance and strength. Though strength only increased because he had to do 10 push-ups after running each damn lap.

All in all, this woman looked like the devil to him now.

"Sure, get yourself under the shower. I would have pulled you over the next moment anyway since we are close to finishing."

Looking around Jack could already see that most other students had been leaving the field because the lessons were over.

He couldn't even remark anything about that and started to leave.

"But before that, what club do you want to join? With your height, you make a decent basketball player, or are you more interested to use those legs in soccer, maybe even consider track?"

Jack stopped and looked back at her. He was sure she was not joking around and would push him to perform club activities. 'For fucks sake, I already have enough on my plate. But I guess I could use the exercise for now...'

Thinking about it a little bit more he made his decision to go and play his old sport again.

"I guess soccer would be fine and I could try out the track team." Jack sighed after giving his answer and finally left after the coach nodded and wrote something down.

He didn't even notice a dark-skinned girl approaching the coach after he left.

"Coach, how did he do?" The young woman asked and looked over to see the numbers that she had noted down after stopping Jack's time.

"46 minutes and 24 seconds. Not bad at all. He looked tired as hell, though. Probably not used to the running." The coach smirked "But he seems to be interested in your track team."

The woman smiled lightly. "Huh, I thought he would keel over at some point when I passed him on the track. Seems like he is more resilient than I thought. Was it fine though to push him that much straight from the get-go?"

"I don't need some lazy guys not putting in the work in my class. Better tell him how it goes right now than to be expecting too much alter. Anyway, Ronda, the trials are soon coming up. Are you in this year?"

The woman called Ronda seemed to frown a little. "I will try my best at the trials. Obviously, I will join."

"Good. Oh, before I forget. Can you go and hold up the girls so the new guy gets enough time to shower?"

"What? But the others just left now..." Ronda seemed to be a little bit surprised by that.

"Oh, crap. Just go and salvage what you can please." The coach rubbed the side of her head.

In the meanwhile, Jack was already naked and letting the hot water wash over his body. It refreshed him greatly and got him to sober up a little from his fatigue.

Just when he dried his hair a little with the towel and placed it around his waist some girls walked into the shower section entrance.

Seeing each other the girls opened their eyes wide.

"What the hell are you still doing inside here!?" A blonde teen among the three was glaring at him now. Her generous-sized breasts were moving up and down while she seemed to huff extremely angrily.

Jack only had a deadpan expression on his face. Somehow he was already too tired for showing any exaggerated expression.

So after taking a silent look at the three women's bodies he sighed lightly. "Okay, listen. I'm not here to do perverted stuff. I'm also too tired to argue with you. Just ask coach Bridget. She was the one that gave me a late leave from the field."

There was a little bit of silence but the redhead in the group just pointed at his lower body. "But that fella isn't really supporting your claim." The brunette lanky girl that was there as well just giggled in agreement.

Jack just looked down and saw his own fella standing at attention and saluting toward the three girls while pushing his towel straight out of the way.

He had to squint and clear his throat. Then he readjusted his towel and let his fella somewhat hide behind his towel again. Though the tent was still clearly visible.

"Well, it's not like it was my intention." He said now with a slight blush on his face.

The blonde among the group squinted her eyes as well and crossed her arms in front of her body. For some reason, Jack wondered why she was not even remotely trying to grab a towel and cover herself up.

But before this could escalate Ronda came in and interrupted them.

"Damn, looks like I was too late. Give the guy some slack. Bridget said she would delay our time to shower." After saying that to the girls she looked over at him. "You should just get dressed. Sorry that this happened. But I guess you got to see something pleasant?" Her expression changed to a small smirk and raised a brow while taking a glance down at his waist.

"Thanks for clearing this up. Well, can't deny that it wasn't good.", said jack back with a small shrug.

"You better keep your mouth shut about what happened here." The blonde girl though still wasn't all too pleased.

"But we got to see his too, didn't we?" The brunette smiled with a carefree expression.

Both the blonde and redhead looked at her weirdly. "What?" The brunette asked back while being confused.

"Shut up, Missy." said the blonde and then just continued to walk past Jack to the showers.

Ronda just gestured for him to get moving and Jack didn't let himself get told twice. So after changing into his casual clothing he met up with Ronda in front of the locker room.

"Again, thanks for the safe there. But, who are you again?" Jack was still not familiar with this woman.

"The name's Ronda. I'm a member of the track team. I also do help coach Bridget out with things related to sports."

"Oh, I see. I'm Jack. From the info you gave me, we will probably meet more often from now on, huh?"

She nodded. "That's what it looks like."

For a short moment, she seemed to only stare at him and there was even a small glance back at his lower half. "Just try not to end up in this situation again. Coach gives the boys a 15-minute leeway until we get to claim the showers."

With a big grin on her face, she waved him goodbye and left to do her own things.

Jack knew this would be a sorta problem at some point. He wondered who even came to the idea to share locker rooms. Well, whatever. Time to go do his other stuff now. At least he could relax a little before his next class started.