The bell rang for class and your world collapsed. There's a test coming up. Yes, you could try to copy, but the teacher takes the phones, so there's zero chance. You were desperate, and the only hope left for him was the hero of all time, the one who buys you tea in the cafeteria, the one who lets you copy your homework, the one whose name is Kyle. Kyle was good at math, so if he agreed to help, then everything would go well and there would be nothing to worry about. You sit down at your desk and time seems to slow down, you try to breathe more slowly, as if this will change something. Kyle sits down next to me. You are given options and a leaflet. You look at the letters, but it all seems like an alien cipher to you. You look at Garrick with pleading eyes, to which he sighs.

"Don't you want to think with your head?" he asked in a whisper, to which you rolled your eyes and put your hand on his mouth.

"Well, that's it, don't grumble, old man. I need help, not guidance." Kyle pushed your hand away and started solving problems. You didn't know if he agreed to help or if it was a silent "think for yourself," so you just sat and waited. Finally, a piece of paper with answers was pushed towards you, and you looked at it with awe, beginning to copy it off.

"But that was the first and last time," he said, frowning at you.