CHAD
Hans cheered at the top of his lungs when the team his crush—or shall I say his prey this time, scored. We didn't have a class with our last subject because the faculty suddenly called a meeting.
"So handsome." Hans said and basically pushed my shoulder making me glare at him.
I looked at the soccer player he was referring to as handsome and well he doesn't have a bad taste at all. Is he even gay?
"Are they gonna finish tomorrow?" Earl said, sounding so impatient. Hans dragged us there when he saw us both in the locker hallway saying he doesn't want to be alone at the bleachers. We thought we're just hanging out there but he never said we're going to watch a practice game.
"They're done." Hans said and I watched as the players walked to the bleachers.
"Then let's go." I stood an
