#kylexreader

Your first day of college, otherwise known as hell day, had been well...hellish. Be it because of the fact that you had wrecked your TV trying to move it into your small dorm, your small as heck dorm, or the fact that your first class was well across campus the one day the bus system was acting up, you were regretting ever making the decision to go. Having your parents on speed dial, you felt compelled to call them up and have them turn around and bring you home. 

The feeling only escalated when, just as you left for your second class, a thunderstorm hit. Bus system not working and your car sitting back at your home, you were at a loss as to how you were to get past the various buildings and through the rain without dying by lightning strike. Things were only made worse when you realized you had left your umbrella at your last class, leaving you utterly helpless. Not wanting to miss your class, you were forced to go out on your own anyway, shivering and soaked in your raincoat, boots, and thankfully water-proof school bag. 

You must have been a sight to see, because people with umbrellas were too quick to walk past and ignore your shivering self as you trudged forward through puddle after puddle. It was not until five minutes into your walk that someone finally came up to you, umbrella extended out. It was a boy, and he looked to be a sophomore at the school. He had a warm smile and slightly dampened brown hair, and was wearing a brown leather jacket to keep himself dry. 

“Why on earth are you walking out in all of this all alone?”

Trying desperately to rid your hair of water, you shrugged. “What else could I do? The bus system here is broken and I have to get to class.”

The boy frowned. “It is? I just rode one fifteen minutes ago.” 

“Are you serious?”

“Are you using the city’s bus system, or the school’s bus system?”

“There’s two systems?”

In a show of pity, the boy takes of his jacket and wraps it around you, letting you get a bit warmer as you joined him in walking forward. 

“My name is Kyle,” he said after a moment, huddling a bit closer to you to escape the harsh wind that then surrounded you both.

“I’m {Y/N},” you replied back, “and welcome to my first day hell.”

Kyle sighed. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this on your first day. I would’ve probably left had I had to walk through this crap without being able to see the campus on a pretty day.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Look {Y/N},” he said, stopping in front of what looked like the arts building, “I have my class right here, so i have to go. But I want you to keep that jacket and umbrella until you make it to your class, okay?”

You shook your head. “I could never. How would I ever get it back to you?”

“How often a week do you have this class?”

“Twice.”

Kyle nodded. “Perfect. I hang out here all the time. Next time you are around, just pop on into this building and ask for KT. I’m usually in there editing, so they’ll know who I am immediately. I’ll get it back then. And,” he said, pulling out a small notepad and a pen from his bag, “just in case they don’t, here. That’s my number. Feel free to text or call that if you’re ever in another jam like this, okay?”

Taking the paper and securing it safely into your bag, you smiled up at Kyle. “Thank you. Can I ask you one thing before you go?”

“Sure!”

“Why are you being so nice to me? You could’ve easily walked by me like everyone else was.”

Shrugging Kyle opened the door to his building. “I just remember how scary it was being a Freshman on my first day and don’t want someone else to have to go through all of that. Plus...it’s hard to turn down helping someone when they are as pretty as you.”