Scene 1: Introduction
i was walking down the hallway to my locker when someone called my name. “hey kat! kat! wait up!” the familiar voice called. i turned around to see jamie cook, or cook, as everyone calls him that. “whats up?” i asked, pushing the side of my hair behind my left ear. talking to him always gives me goosebumps. maybe its because i have this enormous crush on him since 7th grade. we’re seniors now
” hey uhm, i heard you do peer mentoring? is that what its called? for literature?” he said, scratching the side of his head, the way jocks does when they feel awkward. “yeah, every saturday. why?” i asked, looking up into his intense green eyes. “well coach says i need to score an average b for every subject in order to stay on the team and my lit is pathetic.” he said, looking at me. “so…” i said, urging him to come straight to the point. “so then he said you could help me improve my grade. what do you say?” he said finally. oh my god, one of the schools hottest guy is begging me to tutor him. fuck yes! “sure, saturday, 10PM in the auditorium” i said and turned to walk away before i piss myself or anything.
Scene 2: Peer Mentoring Cook
“So cook is really coming?” my friend Monique said, doubtful. “yeah i guess. but even if he doesnt than i wouldnt really care. i mean, you guys are here.” i shrugged. “i dont think he’s going to turn up kat, i mean, it is a saturday you know.” artie, my other best friend said, pushing up his glasses. oh wells, big surprise
it was only at 11.09AM did cook showed up. “sorry guys, got a little something to do.” he said smiling like he did nothing wrong. “mhm” monique said and continued doing her essay. “seriously…” artie mumbled to me while we sat there doing our own stuff. “so…kat…what are we doing today?” cook pulled a chair beside me. the nerve. “did you atleast bring your textbook?” i asked wearily. cook smiled widely and said “course i did.” and pulled out his english literature text book. it looks brand new. we started 6 months ago
“okay so you know scout was…” i was saying, highlighting chapter 4 with him of to kill a mocking bird and he yawned, right in my face. “look doll, i dont think this is working for me..”he said lazily. then artie stood up, looking pissed. “no you look, pal. we’ve been listening to kat try to imput some knowledge in your dumb to function brain and the least you can do is try to pay attention.” he almost yelled. everyone went silent. monique gave me the “oh, oh” look. “look artie its okay, really. its not my loss if he’s going to get kicked out of wrestling.” i said, not looking at cook. “wait a minute wait a minute. are you bunch of losers ganging up on me? oh my god. you know what kat, i dont need this peer tutoring shit from you. i’ll find a better teacher thats atleast pleasent to look at!” cook blew up and stomped off. ouch