Gaz was one of your best friends, he was also an athlete, along with other boys in your class.

You were the smart kid. Straight A’s, but not perfect. Nobody was perfect. You were just good in school.

One morning, the class was told to do some math work since your first class was math. But Gaz wasn’t there since he was late. People took that as an opportunity to try and get math answers from you before Gaz got there. Gaz also had a game after school, you said you’d go to it.