JP just finished a perimeter or two around the school at normal speed. He reserved super speed for the danger room, or if he was felt particularly stressed. Either way, it felt good to get some sweating in during finals week, taking a break from all these papers.
Turning round the corner to the kitchen, he intended on grabbing a quick lunch. A familiar bulky mass stopped him in his tracks momentarily. It was Piotr. Nobody else was around. He couldn't avoid him.