Rissa's pov:

Mykel and I sat together on a table, working on the biology project. There's so much to do and from the way I see it, we won't be done soon.

The last person I needed help from, was Mykel. But I have no choice but to accept.

I handed him the tools he needed while he worked on the main object. There was also a textbook next to me.

"Give me another straw" He said and I looked into the box.

"There's none left" I informed and he shrugged his shoulders.

After a minute of silence, he removed the lace from his sneakers and used it tie up...