Key To Her Heart | Gabe De Guzman |

Chapter Two

Analyn's POV:

     In Chemistry today, we were going to get our tests back. I honestly wonder how I did. I only studied for like five minutes because I had a research paper due. Mrs.Mendoza hands back our tests and when she gets to me she gives me a smile. 

"Well done Miss. Reyes. Perfect score out of the whole class." She gives me a paper with a A+ on it. 

"What? Really?" I ask her in shock. 

"Yup. Congratulations." She moves on to the next student. After she finishes passing them out she goes to the front of the room. "Only two students of mine got a perfect score. Some of you did a good job, and most of you.. You.. tried?" 

     She continues one with her new lesson and assigns us no homework. Woo.  Mrs.Mendoza is honestly my favorite teacher because she barely assigns homework, barely gives us tests, and we're always experimenting. The bell rings a few minutes later. 

"Gabe and Analyn. I would like to speak to you." Mrs.Mendoza said as we were walking out. 

"Yes..?" Gabe groans. 

"Am I in trouble?" I ask shyly. I mean why would I be?

"No you aren't. But Gabe your grades are in trouble." Mrs.Mendoza looks at Gabe through her thick framed glasses. She looks like a teenager, but she's only twenty-five. Blonde hair in a messy bun, makeup nicely done, tall, hourglass figure, and blue eyes. And she's got a great style. 

"Not to interrupt you, but what does this have to do with me?" I speak up. 

"One second Analyn. Gabe, you are not passing my class. If you think a D minus is passing, it isn't in this class. You need to have a C plus by the end of May. And you have one month to raise from a sixty seven percent to at least a seventy-eight. You don't even participate and you know that participation is worth points." She explains. "And if you don't have a C plus or higher by the end of May, you will not graduate to senior year."

"And where does she come in?" Gabe points. I just stare at my shoes the whole time. 

"Analyn is going to be your tutor for the next month. She is the only student in my class who has higher than a ninety percent." She takes pride in my work. 

"Can someone else tutor me?" He totally ignored what she said. 

"Gabe, did you not hear what I said? I told you that she is the only student in my class that has a grade above ninety percent. And if your grade lowers, I will have to take you off the dance team." She sighs. I know she is clearly fed up with him. "Now please, go to next period. I will write you both a late pass." 

"WHAT!? Me off the dance team?" Now he's awake. 

"Yes Gabe. School rules state that all students must have grades above C's to be on teams." She writes on a little piece of paper.

"Thank you." I say as she hands me the small piece of paper. 

"Oh guys. Good luck." She smiles. 

     Out of all people, me! I, Analyn Faith Reyes am so embarrassed. I had made a pledge to never ever speak to that human. Now I have to tutor the idiot? Ugh why does life hate me so much? I take my time going to Math. It's not like Mr.Charles won't care if I'm late. Gabe is talking to himself and complaining as he walks right next to ME. 

"So.. What time do you want to come to my house..?" I ask, awkwardly.

"What?" He gives me a look. 

"I have to tutor you. Remember?" I roll my eyes. 

"Oh um.. Four o'clock?" He scratches the back of his neck. I rip out a piece of paper and write my house address and phone number. I give it to him and his cheeks turn red. "Er.. Thanks.." 

     I ignore him and walk to math. And of course, Lani is out somewhere. I always cover for her when she ditches class. We were silently doing book work and nothing else exciting. I can't wait to go home and sleep. Oh wait... I can't!! THE Gabe De Guzman is coming to my house. 

     Ah, the last bell of the day. My last period, English. I quickly get out of class and put some books away. I doubt I needed any of my textbooks today. Except for Chemistry... I take my black and white board out of my locker and rush outta school. I like when no one is really home because I can be myself. What most people don't know about me is that I have social anxiety. I hate going to unfamiliar places by myself and I'm afraid of making a fool out of myself. 

     I unlock the door to my house and go straight up to my room and change into a gray sweater and some gray sweatpant shorts. I leave my hair down and put on my socks. I make myself Chili Mac and Cheese. It's only three-thirty so I can eat and be alone in peace. I go on my phone and text Lani. She's holding another party tonight and wants me to come. Of course I have to go. Or she's bringing the party to my house. I look at the time, almost four. I clean up and take out paper, my textbook and two glasses of water. It's gonna be a long day. Pray for me. 

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