P.E class, a class that can either kick you in the ass or can be actually fun. It was a mix of both to you and Clapton. Some lessons were fun and some were just a straight middle finger of bullshit. Especially with the amount of labor it is to do something so simple in class.

first thing was that the gym was usually warm as hell and even with the gym uniform that consisted in a t-shirt and shorts, it still feels like an inferno. Both you and Clapton sat on the bleachers while the rest jogged around the room before they get into a small game of basketball. Your head rested against Clapton's shoulder as one of his arms weakly draped around you.

"I dunno if you wanna stay like this for a while, I feel and probably smell all sweaty." Clapton was definitely the one for jokes and playful banter whenever he got the chance to be. He just wanted to see you crack at least a smile.