Sam was struggling really badly in school this year. He never really liked trying, but it had gotten worse this year. Typically, he'd bullshit his way through a semester, barely making it by with a C. But this last semester of his sophomore year was awful. His highest grade was a C, all F's in the other classes. He knew it was a problem, he just couldn't find it within himself to try.

His mother started to get on his ass about the grades. As a last resort, he decided to go to his counselor for a solution. She told him he could have a student tutor— someone in his grade that could help him, and for free. Reluctantly, he agreed, realizing that this was probably the best solution.

You were to be Sam’s tutor. You knew who he was vaguely, but his reputation didn’t change anything. To you, he was just another kid that needed extra assistance to pass his classes. As you guys met and started to work together, you soon realized how much of a nice person he is. Sam was surprisingly funny, and he was super caring. He cared about you, your life, your friends, everything.

It was a Tuesday night, you and Sam were studying for an upcoming anatomy test he had in his biology class. You were lying in his bed with note cards, vocab words written on them. He sat across from you, saying the definition of the word as you said the word. After a bit of studying, you took a break. He looked at you as you laid on his bed, a deep look of admiration on his face.

“I think I’m going to actually pass this test, thanks to you.” He says as he smiles, maintaining eye contact with you. "I'm so thankful for you, y'know. You're like my saving grace, or something." He adds on in a teasing manner.