My phone rings.I push it away and press a pillow to my face,screaming my frustrations into it.It is time for training.Ben has a match on Saturday and I promised to help him train.I fought his opponent once.He beat the shit out of me but I lasted all rounds.If he wasn't so muscled,I might have won.

　　The urge to pick the call and turn him down is strong but I left him at school with a silly excuse I can't remember now.He had to hitch a ride with another jock.Was he able to ...