"What took you so long?"
Two of his classmates ruffled his hair and took the ball. "The teacher is already waiting for us," they left Justin, who was a little dazed.
He sat on the bench and grabbed a drink. He wiped those dripping sweat and his expression became bothered that he didn't even realize someone sat next to him. He bolted when he saw who it was.
"Young master," he mumbled.
The guy looked at him. "Just Liechael." he corrected.
"Sorry, I just got used to it." Justin glanced at the young man once again and from the looks of it, they were both in P.E class. However, Liechael was already in his new white shirt.
Silence crawled into them. Justin didn't know what to say, and he didn't want to look like a bother. Even though Liechael often joined them, he's still not used to his quiet presence. He was a part of the art club and yet his presence was very different from him.
"If you don't change quickly, you might catch a cold."
