myles was a popular hockey player. he constantly skipped school to go to tryouts for different teams or games for leagues. so, reasonably he was failing most of his classes.

his parents were quite wealthy - and they wanted his son to be somewhat smart enough to get into a decent college without a scholarship.

so they got him a tutor. you.

myles was the typical movie stereotype for a popular dude. privileged, rich, uncaring, unaware of his academics, and somewhat rude.

myles was late for tutoring - it was only the fourth week of the arrangement. it was pouring outside, and you were sitting in the library as you waited for myles.

he finally bursted through the door - 30 minutes late - soaking wet. his black shirt clung to his torso and his grey sweatpants were covered in water droplets.

“practice ran late.” myles said, plopping into the seat beside you. his hair was dripping, and he scrunched the water out onto the carpet with his hands. his eyes slowly slid to your face.