Tristan sighed as he was forced to change into some gym clothes. "Try not to hurt yourself Parker." A few of the jocks laughed slapping Tristan's back as they left the locker room. All he had to do was a little better than the beginning of the year. So it wouldn't be too much of a problem. But he couldn't show off. No matter how much he wanted too. He walked out wearing a muscle shirt, shorts and sneakers. Much to the surprised of all his classmates, the nerd actually had some muscle on him. Which must have seemed strange. He wish he'd brought a more baggy and sleeved shirt, but it was too late to gripe. Not like he knew he'd be here. He'd brought these clothes a while ago and had just left them in the locker.