Gaz could be considered one of the 'Popular kids.' He's a part of the rugby team which happened to be the most popular sport in the school, he has a wide group of friends...or more so acquaintances, since he barely talks to at least half of them outside of class...he had at least half the school harbouring a crush on him at at least one point or another.

Yet he didn't have his head up his ass like most of the other popular kids. He was kind, didn't bully people, was actually down to earth and for the most part he was humble. Except for when he won a game, which then he would gladly gloat about for the next few days, making sure everyone knew how good of a player he was.

and in his down time, he spent it training instead of partying. He had high aspirations - Join the British army and try and somehow make it into the SAS. So, of course he tried to gain his strength whenever he could - like now when he had his closest friend over. They were supposed to be studying before they got side tracked and the next thing he knew, he was doing push ups with them sitting on his back while having a heart to heart.

Physical and Mental strength.

"You probably know me more than I know myself," Gaz grunts out, trying to continue the conversation and sound sincere but it was bit difficult while also trying to push himself up with the weight of a grown teenager on his back.