Marc smiled, he had no plans of joining either club. He wasn't very good at either thing. 
"Sorry, but those things I'm not too good at, I heard you say that you were in gymnastics, and I'm good at that. If you're willing we can join that!" His stomach growled again, less loudley this time. Avery made a comment of how she needed to stop in the ladies room and Marc certainly was in no position to stop her, nor did he want to. "Ya sure, go right ahead, I'll go sign up for the gymnastics club since that's the only other thing I can think is want to do." Marc lightly jogged off to the gymnastics counter and signed in. Behind the counter was a sophomore girl. Light, fit, clearly a gymnast. 
"So I've gotta ask, what's a really built guy like yourself doing in the gymnastics clubs why not something like football, or basketball?" She asked. 
"Thanks! But those sports bore me, they're not enough fun, things like martial arts, parkour, and gymnastics are where the real excitement is at. Constantly perfecting the smallest things until you're the best you can be!"
The girl nodded her head. "So you're in to martial arts huh? Are you like a black belt?"
Marc responded, " More like a worldwide master of five different martial arts, hopefully going in six. Hey I have to run, I'll talk to you at practice...what's your name?"
"Janice." She said.
"I'll remember that name!" He spoke as he walked away.