Park couldn't see Misaka when they left their math class, which was good. He felt like Sanders would walk behind them and throw paper at the back of their head and he wasn't going to stop him. That was always a bad idea. Being an innocent bystander was better than being the kid being punched in the face. Sanders punched his shoulder, "Football tryouts this Friday."

Park looked at him, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Come on man!" Sanders seemed to think that anything he liked that by extension Park liked. So Park wasn't surprised to hear him when he said, "You love football. And I mean American football, not [i]football[/i]" He tried to say it in what Sanders assumed to be a British accent and failed terribly. Not to mention Park preferred [i]football[/i] to American Football any day. He punched his shoulder again, "And you are easily the fastest guy in our grade. You'd be running circles around the other team."

Park squinted his eyes, "I don't think that is the objective of football," he wasn't going to lie, he didn't know much about football other than you tried to run the ball to the other side of the field, but that was true with a lot of sport. He shook his head, "Sorry, I'm not interested."

Besides, being on a football team might have spared him from bullying from the football guys but his head would be up for a clear shot of anyone else. Definitely against his rule. They walked into their English class and Park saw Misaka and Ryan were already there. He also saw there were only two empty seats left in the class. One by the window. One beside Misaka. Normally, he'd have fought for the one by the window but Sanders would probably whisper dirty things in Misaka's ear. His conscience wouldn't let him let that happen. He looked at Sanders and sighed, "Take the window seat..." He walked down the aisle and didn't looked at Misaka as he did. Nor did he look at her when he threw his bag on the back of his chair, or when he sat down.