I walked out and Jamil was waiting for me.
"Where are we going next?" I asked, looking at the school map on the IPad.
"Do you want to eat lunch?" he asked, walking.
"Yeah." I said. "I am hungry from all of the football practice."
"You call that practice?" he said, laughing.
"Hey, that was tough, men. I was half squished by the elephant and I didn't even win once. But don't worry, I got some muscle." I said, pushing up my sleeves, showing my bicep. I reflex it and Jamil gave it a squeeze.
"You call that muscle. If you play with that muscle, I could win you in no time." he said, laughing.
"Yeah, by crushing people." I said, laughing at my joke.
He rolled his eyes.
"What? It's true and you know it. The truth hurts, I know." I said, acting out my sympathy. I patted his shoulders.
"You want me to sit on you again?" he said.
My widened my eyes, "I pass, but you can do that to the football team."
