"Hey! Querl! Over here." Suddenly, there was a hand around Querl's wrist and he was pulled away from the group, and behind the stacks upon stacks of gym mats. He looked around, trying to identify is kidnapper. Standing there beside him was none other than his boyfriend, Clark Kent. He was the team captain for the football team, as well as an important member on the school newspaper.
"What would you like?" He wasn't sure if he should be happy or annoyed. Gym was his least favourite subject, and he absolutely despised soccer. However, whenever Clark got that look on his face, they'd always get caught by the teachers, and they'd always be in a compromising situation when that inevitably happened.
He shrugged, as if he couldn't really answer the question. He could. If there was one thing that Querl both loved and hated about Clark, it was that he always had a set goal in mind. Nothing got in the way of that goal either. "You know that it's Wednesday, right?" He said instead,