It took a long time for him to fall asleep. If the picture had been meant as a prelude to something worse, for now at least, Antoine didn't notice it. The next few weeks settled into what could almost pass for normalcy considering the situation he was in. There were still the muffled laughs and the furtive glances, and occasionally he'd hear a mumbled insult as someone passed him, but he'd gotten used to them by now. While the morbid discovery of the picture had put his nerves on a japan knife's edge, Antoine found his schedule getting increasingly packed, which helped take his mind off of things. After his first workout session with Brennan, Antoine had felt like his limbs would fall off if he tried to use them. He quickly learned that the human body had a lot more muscle groups than he initially thought, and working out entailed a lot more than simply lifting some dumbbells. Brennan pushed him hard on his first day, "Just to see what your're capable of!", and by the end of their training, they, or rather Brennan, had decided on a routine, with Antoine simply nodding along as if he understood everything: Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays would be, respectively, arms and shoulders, chest with an extra long session of cardio, and to close out the week, back and legs. Brennan also did Thursdays and Saturdays, but for now, Antoine would make do with three days. Brennan was also quick to change Antoine's dietary habits. He needed to eat more. A lot more. It was, Antoine learned, even more important than the workouts themselves. As Brennan explained it to him; just as an overweight person needed to change his diet to lose weight, a skinny person likewise needed to do the same if they wanted to grow any real muscles. "You see a lot of those types here," Brennan had said one day as they were doing pull-ups. "They come here every day, and every week they look the same. It's the diet man. All about the diet." One person that seemed happy about all of this was Antoine's mom, more so than Antoine himself. She seemed to take it as a compliment that he ate so much, and was more than willing to oblige with increasingly large portions, casually dismissing any concerns about their budget Antoine hesitantly brought up. She would also constantly try to get him to invite Brennan over, though Antoine would pretend like he didn't hear her. Thursdays was basketball practice. Antoine had been hesitant to accept coach Harrison's offer, especially after finding the gruesome picture. What if the person (or persons) that did it would be waiting for him on the court? He thought of Roy, and the cocky grin he'd had on his face when he tackled him during his first PE class. They still ran into each other every now and then, which was inevitable considering they were both seniors, and porn Roy asian and his friends were by far the largest source of mockery for Antoine at school. They worked like amplifiers: almost every one of Antoine's classes had at least one of them in it, and they seemed to galvanize the other students into being more overt with their bullying. Thankfully, his fears seemed to have been unfounded. While he still clearly stood out like a sore thumb, none of the other boys seemed to have it in for them. They mostly seemed to care for what he could bring to the court, and Antoine was quick to realize why: the John Addams High basketball team was, in every sense of the word, bad . There were no two ways about it. Their positional play was awful, often letting rogue runners pass through without much effort. 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