It was the first year of middle school, and Thomas was already failing science. "You have one more chance Thomas", warned the teacher. "You have a different project than the rest of the class, you can make a physics theory of your choice, and it has to be something that could be used in real life."

Thomas shook his head and tried to rid himself of the memory. "Hey Teresa", he sighed. "Whoah, what happened?", she asked, raising her eyebrows

"Ms. Paige gave me a physics assignment."

"So? It's her job, she's the science teacher."

"No", he nudged her,"I have to make a physics theory that can be used in real life."

"And, you're a nerd anyway."

"No I'm not. I'm good at math, that's about it."

"Ok. . I now declare you a jock."

"Thank you!", he heaved a sigh of relief.

"Don't thank me, I know you're a jock at heart. In fact you're such a jock, you're late for football practice."

"Oh shit!", he exclaimed, his breath caught in his throat and he took off running.

"You're welcome.", waved Teresa with a smile, her coal black hair sailing sideways and blue eyes glimmering.

When practice was finally over, Minho approached him. "Hey man, sorry I was late to practice.", he apologized. "It's cool dude. Yo, I just got a call from Teresa, what's up with your physics project?" "Oh that", Thomas rolled his eyes. "If I don't nail this 'personal' assignment and complete a theory, she'll fail me."

"That bites man, but if you want physics check out the Art&Athletics compound down the street."

"What's that?", Thomas inquired.

"It's a facility for the art/sport stuff. You know, gymnastics, trapeze artists, ice skaters, dancers. That type of thing"

"Oh"

"Not 'oh' GET OVER THERE!", Minho smacked him upside the head,"See ya."

Thomas stood for a second trying to process the information, he had about 2 hours before his mom wanted him for dinner, so he decided to check out the A&A compound like Minho said.

He had been all over the facility, he had seen various of the students, but nothing seemed right for a physics project. "Argh!", Thomas heard a voice shout. A string of curses followed, intrigued he followed the shouts to a door marked "Ice Skating". Suddenly the shouts stopped. Silently, he opened the door, and stood in shock. For there on the ice was a boy, Thomas didn't recognize him from school. He had a sharp chiseled jawline and blonde hair that ruffled in the wind as he skated around the rink, again and again. Thomas had become so used to the repetitive motion that when the ice skater broke from the program he almost cried out. As if time had been slowed down, the other boy leaped into the air and twirled around. And as if that wasn't enough, when it was time for gravitiy to kick in, he landed on the blade of one skate and spun on the group, his other skate forming a ring of worn down ice around him. But as if the spell had been broken, the skater who had by now come to a stop looked up and noticed Thomas. "What are you doing here?", he demanded sharply.