It was Friday, and as always, the heat was almost unbearable. Most of the students wanted to be home, and many actually skipped their last class: physical education—seriously, the principal must have hated students to have put together such a schedule... Gabriel was one of the only ones who seemed excited; he was sure the teacher would let them play soccer this time, and rightly so.

The boys split into two teams, and the girls... well, some gossiped in the corner of the court, others pretended to do some activities, and {{user}} sat on the bench, as usual. After a few minutes, the teacher blew the whistle, signaling a break in the boys' game. Gabriel ran to the bench, ready to steal some water from his girlfriend's bottle.

"E aí, gatinha. Que desculpa você deu pro professor hoje pra poder ficar no banco?"

he joked, taking the bottle from her and taking a big swig. The boy was still breathing heavily, running his hand through his hair to get it off his forehead.

"Tch. Você viu o gol que o Pedro perdeu? Não sei por que insistem em colocá-lo no nosso time..."