Saving the Heart

♥ Chapter Two ♥

♥ Chapter Two ♥

"What do you mean you don't have time?"

"I would love to help you out, I really would," Ms. Johnson began as she clasped her hands before her and leaned up on her desk, which was piled high and cluttered with papers and teaching equipment. "But I honestly don't have the time. Look at this," she gestured to the mess, "Even with my TA I won't get this done any time soon. I'm really sorry Kennedy, are you sure there is no one else you can ask?" I sighed, running a hand through my long wavy hair. No, there wasn't, that was why I was asking her. "How about you steal my TA?" She suggested "I really only need him during second block, and he doesn't use the bussing system so he hangs around after school quite often. It would give him such better marks if he could put down tutor as well when it comes to applying to his own colleges."

"I don't know." I told her. In all honesty I needed a teacher, not a teacher in training. I was planning on voicing that too before she cut me off.

"I'll talk to him tomorrow about it, see what works around his schedule and such. Are you free after school?" She asked, leaning forward on her desk, her spikey blonde hair falling down on her forehead. She blew it away before smiling up at me.

"Uh, yeah. HOSA is spring only."

"Good good, that would be perfect!" She fell back in her desk and started to spin in her chair. "Yeah, I'll talk to him. Quite a stickler, but he'll pull through, he owes me." She let out a laugh as if what she just said was humorous is some way. I gave her a fake smile in return.

"I appreciate it." I lied. Maybe if I was here after school with her tutor, I could just stay after the tutor left and force some innocent questions upon her. It couldn't be all bad in the end, could it? I really needed this essay if I even hoped to get an interview, let alone get into the college I was applying for.

"You're a senior, right?" Ms. Johnson asked.
"Junior. Never too late to start early." I said with a smile and she let out a chortle of laughter.

"Never too late to start early," it's official, Ms. Johnson was crazy. "You could be a poet," my jaw dropped, literally. "But not really," she added, "it wasn't that great. I would stick to getting the tutor if I was you."

"That's what I was doing..."

"Right, right," she waved it off. "I'll talk to him tomorrow, if you could just swing by after school that would be great." I thanked her and started out of the room, adjusting the strap of my messenger bag. This better work.

I walked through the desolate halls and out to the parking lot, heading for my car. It was far too nice for a junior in high school to be driving. A large black SUV not yet three years old. My father insisted on giving me the safest winter car he could find.

My sneakers crunched through the icy snow as I fetched my keys out of my bag and started up my car from a distance.

"Hey Kennedy," Mike jogged to catch up with me, holding onto his backpack straps before tossing it over his shoulder.

"What are you still doing here for?" I asked as he smiled broadly.

"I was TAing, had to run some stuff to the office for Mrs. Johnson." I stopped, thinking. Mike stopped as well, a blonde eyebrow rising as I gave him a once over. Mike as my tutor, the boy that could drive me insane, my best friend's boyfriend, the dimwit who got be impaled on a scalpel this morning. Mike.