Tyler was a soccer player at your school. You two never really spoke because you had different lives. He was popular for sports, and you were popular for academics.

One day you were in the library, doing some study work while listening to "Pink + White, Frank Ocean". When you felt your headphones come off your ears and someone sit next to you, it was Tyler, it looked he'd just come back from soccer practice, he was still in his soccer jersey, a black pair of knee length shorts, and some Nike sneakers. He looked at you and smiled, then he spoke, his voice was like warm honey and milk, smooth and soothing. "I need help."