A Demon's Kiss

Chapter 2

Steve, recovering from the encounter with the student, rushes to the math tutoring so that he isn't late. He barges the doors open, but to his surprise, there is only one student there. The student has their black hood up and had their face glued to the phone on the table. 

"Ahem," Steve clears his throat. The student ignores him. This time but louder, "Ahem!" Still no response. Steve walks over to the student and puts his big, block hands on the shoulders of the phone addict. "Excuse me," he asserts in a strong voice.

The student looks up to reveal their identity. It was the troublemaker from the bathroom. "You-" a shocked Steve said. 

"Me," the sarcastic teenager said. 

"What are you doing here?"

"What do you think dumbo? I'm here for my weed dealer," laughs the student. "Nah, I'm just playing, my teacher said I had to come here before and after school everyday this week."

"Who's your teacher?" asks Steve.

"Mr. Creeper, or whatever."

"Actually, its pronounced Creper, he hates 'Creeper,' says it sounds too unprofessional."

"Yaddah-yaddah-yaddah-bla-bla-blagh. I. Don't. Care."

Awkwardly, Steve looks at the student before asking, "What did you say your name was?"

"John," mutters the student slyly, "John Hernandez." He pushes back his dark, curly hair. "Any ways, I'm here because I suck at Algebra, not because I'm some goodie two shoes who would do anything to get an A+ in a class, I just have to pass." Steve looks John in the eye and sees how much work is ahead of him.