“Mr. Snyder! I would appreciate it if you could actually pay attention instead of socializing. Can I ask what exactly is more important than learning what’s on the board?” Mr. Benson said.
“I’m sorry, sir.” Luke smiled. Mr. Benson turned back to the board and Luke winked at the boy he was flirting with. The bell rang and Luke sprang from his seat.
“Mr. Snyder, Mr. Mayer…a word please.” Luke sighed and walked forward…Benson was seriously cutting into his make out time.
“Yes, sir.” Luke said as he reached the desk.
“Mr. Snyder, are you aware that you are dangerously close to failing my class?” Mr. Benson said.
“Um…no?” Luke said.
“Well, you are. One more D or F on the next test and you will fail and be removed from the basketball team. I’m pretty certain that is not what you want, correct?” Mr. Benson.
“Um…sir….what does this have to do with me?” Noah had been standing to the side awkwardly while Luke Snyder was being berated. He tucked his shoulder length behind his ear.
“I thought my best student could be of service to my worst.” Mr. Benson smiled.
“You’re not serious.” Luke said frustrated. There was no way he was going to be saddled with Emo boy.
“I am serious, Luke, very serious. You fail my next test and you fail the trimester. So either let Noah help you or just quit the b-ball team now.” Mr. Benson.
“Ugh…whatever.” Luke ran his hand through his blonde hair and walked out. He was walking to his locker when he felt a presence behind him. He stopped suddenly and turned around, “you’re lingering…why?”
“Uh…if I’m tutoring you, then I need to know when we can meet.” Noah said…more like mumbled. He always wore his hair in his face which caused his words to be unintelligible most of the time.
“Um, whatever, I don’t care.” Luke snapped.
“Well, you should, it’s your Calc grade…not mine.” Noah told him.
“Ugh,” Luke groaned again. He looked at his watch and saw that he was late to meet Tom, “look here’s my e-mail. E-mail me later about when you’re available. I have to go.” Luke scrawled the address on a piece of paper and bolted. Noah took the paper and stared at it dumbfounded.
“Noah…are you okay?” An African-American girl came up to Noah and asked.
“I don’t know Lish.” He mumbled.
“What happened?” Lish asked.
“Luke Snyder happened.” Noah said.
“Oh, don’t tell me you’ve joined the drones and started crushing on that boy.” Lish groaned.
“No, it’s nothing like that.” Noah said and explained to her his encounter as they walked to his locker.
“Oh…he was probably late to go mack on some boy. Do you really have time to tutor?” Lish asked him.
“I think so. A/V club is done by 4:30…so yeah.” Noah said.
“So let’s see…you’re student director of the school’s announcements show, your AP classes, A/V club, and now you’re tutoring? Dude…when are you going to make time to actually, I don’t know, get a life?” Lish commented.
“I have to get into college somehow. And I don’t have a life, remember?” Noah joked with her.
“Whatever, best friend. So, I’ll see you after dance practice, right?”
“Yep,” the bell rang, “let’s go before we’re late.” Noah and Lish walked down the hall to their next class.