Saving the Heart

♥ Chapter Three ♥

♥ Chapter Three ♥

          “So you didn’t even talk to him?”

          “Well, no,” Ms. Johnson spun in her chair.  “He wasn’t in school today.”

          “Well he was in fourth block.” I snapped back.  Ms. Johnson looked up at me, eyebrows drawn.

          “No he wasn’t,” she shook her head, watching me as if I was a deranged child.  She spun her chair to face her computer and started to look through her attendance list.  “See, absent.” She said, pointing to her second block list.

          “No, present,” I said, pointing out Mike’s name in her Composition Two class.

          “Mike’s not my TA.” Ms. Johnson said.  I frowned.

          “He said he was yours yesterday…”

          “Maybe he was Mrs. Johnson’s?” Ms. Johnson asked.  “You know, the social studies teacher, geography and all that good stuff.” I crossed my arms over my chest, taking a step back from her desk.

          “Well then…who is my tutor?”

          “Mr. Smith.”

          “Can’t say I know him.”

          “He’s a good kid, you’ll like him.  Smart too.”

          “Okay, well, could you give my tutor a call or something maybe?  I mean, I kind of need him here if I’m going to learn anything.”

          “He doesn’t have a landline.”

          “Cell phone?”

          “Nope, I’ll talk to him though, he should be-Sam!” Ms. Johnson stood up, smiling broadly at the tired looking boy who was leaning up against her doorway, a beanie on his head and a fluorescent light tube in his hand.

          He gave her a warm smile, and for some reason it didn’t look one hundred percent creepy on him, it was almost…nice?  I glared at him anyways.

          “Didn’t think you’d make it out of bed today,” Ms. Johnson greeted with a laugh as she walked over to him.  Sam scratched the back of his neck, looking down at his beat up shoes as a light blush crept to his cheeks.  He seemed like a completely different person when she was here, it was if he still hadn’t noticed that I was here.  I backed up a bit behind the desk, getting even more out of his line of vision in order to observe.

          “Yeah, I reffed last night and had the graveyard shift ‘til close.  Ms. B ran out of salt too, that was a chore.  I was just running this out,” he gestured to the tube in his hand, “and I figured I’d stop by and pick up what I missed in an attempt to get something accomplished.  Did you have anything you wanted me to do?” He asked, shaking his head in question.

          “Actually, there is one thing I wanted to ask you about.  Kennedy,” she gestured for me to come forward.  I shook my hair out of my face as I started over to the door, placing my hands on my hips.  “This is Sam, Sam, Kennedy.”

          “Charmed.” I breathed, sending him a steely glare.  Sam merely rolled his eyes in response.

          “Now this is my TA I was telling you about.” My breath caught in my throat.  You have got to be kidding me.