Knock on door

I raise my hand to knock on the door. Before I can do so, it opens, and I find myself staring into the face of my best friend, Kyle.

“Jeremy!” he says, looking startled. He also looks exhausted. His hair is messed up and sweaty, and he is short of breath. He steps into the hallway and closes the door behind him.

I look past him toward the closed door and the take another look at him. His clothes are messed up, and he is acting quite nervous. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear that he just got lucky with a chick. The only problem is that he’s coming out of my sister’s office, and as far as I know, Kelly can’t stand Kyle. She still holds a grudge about him hiding in her closet and secretly watching her make out with her boyfriend.

I narrow my eyes suspiciously. “What are you doing here?”

Kyle shifts his weight nervously from one foot to another. He seems to have difficulty looking me in the eyes. I look at the door again, and I’m tempted to go through it and see what is going on.