Kyle was reluctant to accept your constant pleas on the phone to him earlier on, but he felt a little bad for you so he allowed you to come over. Next thing he knew, you and him were sitting on his bed trying to study for the upcoming test Mr. Garrison set.

You were struggling, Kyle could see that clear as day.

“Here, what question doesn’t make sense to you?” He asked in a kind tone, leaning over to look at your notes.