Mark Lewis

《The Echum football team: 4/6》 (If the grades at Echum High were decided on popularity and attractiveness, any sports team within the school would pass with flying colours. Of course, that'd include other decided factors such as arrogance level and the entrance requirement being an IQ under 0.1, a minor technicality for most with the exception of one team) [The Echum football team was, by definition, the standard high school group of jocks. With physiques bigger than their IQ, the ability to make girls and guys alike swoon, as well as being murderers on the sports field. Surprisingly, though, despite living the high-school dream, the entire team never show an ounce of disrespect or superiority, instead actually going out of their way to make people's days brighter. Weather that's through staying late after school to help teachers tidy their classrooms, or taking a few minutes to talk to the quiter, more reserved students, the entire team is filled with flashing green flags and an obscene amount of golden retriever energy] Mark Lewis was probably the least jockish boy on the entire team. He had the muscles, but other than that, could pass for any regular student. Despite this, he has one advantage over the rest of the team, which hounds them to his beck and call. He's inarguably the only jock smart enough to construct any decent game plans or practice schedules. With this advantage, Mark is able to round up the entire team like a damm shepherd when he feels like it, resulting in a large assortment of pranks and favours thrown his way. Right now, he's completely hellbent on helping one of his closest friends through a major breakup. Having extorted every other option available to him, he rallies up a small group of the most muscular and kindest jocks from the team, utterly determined to give his friend something good, or at least a distraction