Thristy ride

Clarkin and I ride bikes to a school cafeteria. We are late. We don’t have time to sit down and eat. We have to leave. Clarkin wants to cut through the school property to get where we are going faster, but I say that we should go around. We get our bikes from the hall and one or two other 10 speed racing bikes lean against the wall. I don’t recognize any of them, but know which ones are ours. I fill two water bottles from his bike with a plastic pitcher of water I got from the cafeteria. Then I notice that I don’t have a water bottle racks on my bike.