Claude chucks his backpack onto the closest desk the minute he arrives at the classroom, his whole body still aching from yesterday. Both football practice and Auburn have a tendency to leave him a bit sore... oh, Auburn.
He's suddenly forced to stop thinking about his boyfriend when somebody quietly shuffles into the chair next to him.
"Sorry," Moss apologises, flicking his almost-white hair out of his eyes. "Señor Nyberg said to sit with you."
This dissapoints Claude a bit- usually he'd sit with Auburn. But he probably couldn't stand sitting with Auburn today, not after last night. Nah, his teasing would be a bit too much.
"Don't worry about it," Claude replies.
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DiversosA group of friends navigate the hallways of a swedish high school. (short parts) (funny) (daily updates)
