Why

Gibby ran down the hallway, desperate to get to his locker. He absolutely had to get his project out of his locker or his English teacher would kill him, or worse, fail him. He was forced to stop for air and rest, not even his dancing skills and endurance could prepare him for the long run across the school.

Gibby doubled over in agony as his insides cramped from far too much effort. His slightly overweight body buckling under the pressure of school and timetables. But Gibby's no quitter, so he jogged on, grateful for the lack of students in the hallway.

He jogged through the winding halls of Ridgeway, huffing and puffing as he went. He jogged absentmindedly, causing him to run into a teacher, who was also rushing to get to class.

"Detention, Gibby!" yelled the teacher as he continued to run through the halls. "And no running in the halls!" he contradictorily called over his shoulder. Gibby continued walking, not wanting to get into trouble from another late teacher.

Finally, his locker was in sight! But there was still one more obstacle. Samantha Puckett and Carly Shay.

In front of his locker, in between both of theirs.

Standing closer than Gibby'd ever seen two people stand.

Moaning softly, with a few groans thrown in.

Nevertheless, they were still lip-locked. With their hands rapidly disappearing, and their moans getting louder.

Gibby wondered why he was going to his locker. Coming up with nothing, he walked off to class.