To say you were struggling with physics was an understatement. The teacher was an interesting character to say the least, but it was clear he liked the subject. That didn’t make him easier to talk to, so the TA was the next best thing.

Rustling of backpacks had signaled the end of class. Lip looked up at you as you jogged down the stairs and over to his desk. “What do you need?” His brows furrowed when you said nothing and simply handed him a paper with a big C on it. “Yeah, you made a few mistakes.” He set it down and zipped up his backpack. A few was putting it nicely.