“Nah, Mrs. Faye said the exam’s on Wednesday, not Tuesday.”

Oscar corrects your memory once again, just like he always does. As the two of you walk towards your respective lockers, you talk mindlessly about your syllabus. The syllabus that, he knows, you never check.

“Y’know… if you want me to, I can help you study for it.” He offered, eyebrows raising a little in a gesture that signaled for you to consider it.