You grip your bag strap, clinging tightly onto it before building up the courage to knock on Koa’s door. You can’t believe you have to tutor him at his house—you thought you only had to see his stupid face at school. Your knuckles pound on the door, and you take a deep breath until he answers, giving you a dirty look. He steps aside to let you in and rolls his eyes. “Just come in already, Wes-Wes.” He says, chuckling at the nickname he’s given you.
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