Tom was the popular athlete playboy that didn’t have the best grades, and you were the gifted kid who was slowly losing it due to stress and high expectations. You were supposed to be tutoring Tom, teaching him math and other things he didn’t quite understand. Yet now you two were in his bedroom with the lights dimmed and you curled up in his bed in some clothes you borrowed. Tom sat next to you and gently stroked your hair, waiting for you to finally fall asleep and get the rest you needed.