Hot For Teacher

Chapter 1

"After school tutoring will be in classroom 2.4. There will be a teacher there for just math and it will start at 3:30," my math teacher says while giving us our first tests back. She looks at me and I made a 70. That's not good, especially for my mom.

"If you attend tutoring and make corrections, you will get points back. At least half," she says.

"Any questions?" She stands back at the front of class.

"Are these already in PowerSchool?" The smart kid asks.

"No. I will put them in on Friday. Corrections are due by Thursday," Ms. Kennedy said. Mentally, I feel relieved.

"Alright, now open your books to chapter two and get your notebooks out for notes," she says. The rest of class is a blur and the stuff is a little confusing because it built on the last chapter.

"Alright, homework page 27-29 all of the problems. The odds are in the back of your textbook, we will only go over the evens in class tomorrow," she gets out right before the bell. I walk up to floor two and classroom four. Before walking in, I send a text to my mom to let her know I was staying late for tutoring.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Momoa. Are you here for tutoring?" The guy asks. I look up to meet a pair of beautiful green eyes and quite possibly the most beautiful man I have laid my eyes on.

"Uh yeah," I nod nervously.

"Take a seat anywhere. We will start in about five minutes to give anyone else a chance to come in," he stands in the hall right outside of the door. I sit towards the front and get my test out. Then play a game on my phone while I wait.

"I am going to take names and teachers so I can let them know you came today," he says. I set my phone down seeing there are at least ten other people.

"Alright...and you?" Mr. Momoa stops at me.

"Oh, Brooke Spencer and I'm here for Ms. Kennedy," I stumble out. He continues down the rows of people.

"Alright well the three of you can get in a small group, the four of you can and the remaining three can. So if I can't come you have each other. Brooke, I will help you since no one else from your class is here," he says and then looks at me.

"I just need to make corrections so I can get points back, but I do not understand the ones that I missed," I look up at him, feeling intimidated since he is so tall. He has to be at least six feet.

"That's alright," he pulls up a chair. I pull out my pen and a sheet of paper to note the corrections on. The test is ten questions and I missed number three, seven and ten. He helps me with question three first. He takes me through the problem step by step.

"Let me check on the others. Number seven is just like number three, so you try it out," I nod and he goes to the other groups. I look back at three and think of the steps. I write the steps down in the corner of the paper to help me remember them.

I finished before Mr. Momoa gets back, so I check my phone seeing a text from an unknown number.

From Unknown Number:
Hey, you have no clue who this is and you won't find out. Just be careful what you say. You are the reason some of us have to wait so long to have our grades in. Watch your back bitch or you might end up...oh I don't know...DEAD!!

"Brooke?" Mr. Momoa snaps me out of my thoughts. It must have been the kid in math. The drama of high school is beyond.

"Yeah, I did seven," I nod.

"I know, you did it correctly. Do you want me to take your through ten?" He asks.

"Yeah," I give him the pen and he, step by step, completes the problem explaining it as he does. I listen so I can, hopefully, get a better grasp on it.