Q rubs his eyes, groggy from the party he went to the day before. Fuck, he was going to have an headache. Not that he minded, it was really worth it. He really had fun, he had even kissed the new boy from America. And it had been long since his heart pounded like that. Q's phone suddenly rings, calling him back to reality. Florian. His boyfriend. Q suddenly sits up, feeling like he has been crushed by a truck, and it wasn't only because of the hangover. He had kissed someone else. How could he tell Florian ? Should he even tell him ? Q buries his face into his pillow. Time to go back to sleep.

Two hours later, his phone woke him up again, warning him he was late for school. Q takes it, biting his lip. Eight missed calls from Florian. He knew he couldn't avoid him longer, but the only thing he was looking for was seeing the boy from the party again. But was it worth breaking up for someone he barely knew ? Yeah, it was probably better not to both for Florian and himself.

As he arrived on the field, ready to practice for track although he has been late, he suddenly remembered his coach has asked him to train a new student. He looks around, his eyes falling on the only other boy present. His mouth went dry. Here you were. The boy from America he had kissed.

Hey. He walks to you, giving you the most charming smile he was able to given his still hurting head. Not too tired from yesterday ?