Study. The worst part about school. Having to go home after a 6 and 1/2 hour day and then doing another few hours of study because there’s an exam the next day. Your math teacher is useless. Does not teach for shit. A couple of days before you knew you had your exam you told your boyfriend Walker he could come over that afternoon.

Walker knew you stressed out about exams. Especially math. You never slept on the nights before you had exams. The thought of it kept you up at night and you couldn’t sleep.

Sitting at your desk in your room with your math book open and paper scattered everywhere, you had your head in your hands. Yeah you were stressed and you didn’t really know what you were doing. Your mom let Walker into the house and he went straight to your room. Opening the door quietly you didn’t even notice him padding into the room.