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Brett Samuels (Ch 9)

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I stood on the patio, fidgeting with the strap of the brown satchel hanging over my shoulder.

“Hey, Kasey!” a cheery voice called out. I whipped around, giving the person my best poker face (which was admittedly not that good, I almost always lost at poker). My friend Brian raised his eyebrows at me.

“Choke on something?” he teased me.

“Ugh, that was supposed to be a neutral face.” I sighed.

“Well, why the “neutral” face?” he asked, using air quotes on “neutral”.

“Brett’s tutoring me in math. I emailed him last night, and he said he would meet me on the patio.”

Brian’s jaw basically dropped, hit the ground, and bounced back up so that he looked normal once again.

“Good luck, Kase. I’m there for you,” he said mock-seriously, patting me on the back and saluting me before he walked away. I sighed, for the second time in about a minute, and resumed fidgeting with my bag.

“Hey, Kasey!” a cheery voice called out. Assuming it would be one of my friends again, I turned around, greeting them as I did so.

“Hey, how are –,” I cut myself off, shutting my mouth quickly as I nearly smashed my face into Brett’s shoulder.

“Didn’t know you would be so happy to see me,” Brett said, grinning widely. He was standing about 4 inches from me. I decided to take a step back, because he was much more than slightly too close for comfort, especially for someone I had utterly no respect for. Not that I’d tell him that right now, since he was helping me. Despite the large step back I had taken, we were still standing fairly close together. I couldn’t help noting his appearance. Brett’s hair was blonde, but darker in the center of his head. His eyes were an intense blue-grey-green reminiscent of a stormy ocean. His face was, well, attractive. And I couldn’t help noticing that he had a really nice body. Nevertheless, I still hated him. The fact that he was extremely hot didn’t change that.

“I thought you were someone else,” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, staring at me.

“Standing here. What does it look like?” I snapped, and then mentally reprimanded myself. I was supposed to be nice to him.

“Let’s go to the library, I thought you wanted to get tutored,” he said, smirking and walking away. Irritated, I followed him into the library and plunked my books down on the nearest table.

I loved the library; it was small but a great place to study. Unlike the other boring classrooms in our school, it had a stained glass window that light filtered through, and the tables were made of beautiful mahogany wood. I turned around to pull a chair over for myself, only to find that Brett had already done it. For some reason, this bothered me. He then pulled up a chair for himself as well. He sat down and pulled his chair in to the table. I cracked open the math textbook, and pointed to tonight’s homework. A change had apparently come over him, and he looked distracted and a bit sad.