After quickly polishing off his not-so-balanced breakfast, Brad brought the dishes over to the sink and thanked the dishwasher curtly. Since he hadn't been informed of his schedule yet, it couldn't hurt to try and take out a couple birds with a single stone. The top floor was quite a ways away and would make for some good cardio. Taking off his blazer to avoid Nathaniel's previous mistake, he tied it around his waist and took off on a quick jog.

Once upon a time, people had told him that he ran like he had wings on his feet. Others described it in... less pleasant terms. Unfortunately, even with the injury healed, Brad was out of practice. He could feel the sluggishness of his stiff movements. Taking a deep breath, he picked up the pace as he reached the staircase. Tapping at his stopwatch, Brad looked up at the near infinite flight of steps. [i]Might as well time myself...[/i]

Reaching the top floor, Brad took a moment to lean on the wall. It was not a good time, the double meaning unfortunately missed by the jock. Wiping his forehead, he noticed a girl knocking on what he had to guess was the principal's door.

"[color=aba000]Is this tha line?[/color]" he asked, his voice deep but raspy from the exercise.