You two walk to the teacher’s desk after the Spanish exam, before you turn your papers in you whisper to him, asking how he did in the exam.

“Nothin’.” Kyle says, flicking through his papers to show that nothing was even written on them, not even his name.

You turn your papers in and walk to the west windows, Kyle lights a cigarette. “Prob gonna have to enroll in army if I don’t stop fucking failin’…” He says, turning his face to the other direction to blow the smoke.