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The Tutor

Emma stared at her mid-term grade, long and hard. “An F,” she thought, “How am I suppose to graduate with an F in chemistry?” She glanced at her teacher. Mr. Wood, who had just finished passing out everyone's mid-term grades. “Well class, I'd like to tell you all that I am proud of you and you're all passing but that is not the case.” Mr. Wood’s gaze flickering over Emma for a slight second, “If those of you who are failing, would like help or some extra credit, please see me after class.” At that moment, the bell rang signaling the end of class. Emma lingered in the classroom, until she was the only student left. “Mr. Wood,” she exclaimed as she quickly made her way to her teacher's desk, “I'd like to talk to you about my grade, sir.” “Ah, Emma. I had a feeling you'd be seeing me.” Mr. Wood sat at his desk, “What can I do for you?” “Well, Mr. Wood, I'd like to talk to you about getting help for this class.” Mr. Wood leaned forward, one eye-brow arched, “You don't want the extra credit?”, he asked amused. Emma shook her head, “No. What good would extra credit do, if I don't know exactly what I am doing in the first place.” Mr. Wood nodded in agreement, “Though you are failing my class, you are a bright young lady.” Mr. Wood dug around in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, “I'm going to give you a number and a name. This person use to be a former student of mine, but he bettered himself, like you want to do.” he handed Emma a sticky note with the name and number, ...

... “Give him a call and tell him I recommended you.” Emma, at that moment, beamed like a Christmas tree at her teacher.” Thank you Mr. Wood, you won't regret this.” Her teacher smirked, “I'm sure I won't. Now run along, I have paperwork to do and you must be going home.” Emma glanced at the clock, “You're right! I'm late for work anyways.” Emma dashed out of the classroom, “Thanks bunches, Mr. Wood.” Emma stood at the counter of the JAC, the local coffee shop, chit-chatting with her co-worker and best friend, Sara. “So he just gave you the number of the tutor and expected you to call and set up a meet.” Sara said, as she wiped down the counter. Emma nodded, “Yeah, he said he was a former student that bettered himself.” Sara snorted, “Teachers these days man. They barely want to help and when they do, its the bare minimal. So, have you called the tutor yet?” Sara asked, curiously. Emma glanced at her friend, “No, I'm too shy and nervous.” “Girl, come on. What are you afraid of, that he'll be a total hottie and you'll get tutored in a whole new way.” Sara began to grind against the counter, “Oh god! Yes, teach me. Teach me!” Emma threw a few sugar packets at Sara, “ Will you stop it,” Emma said blushing, “Customers are gonna think you're sex deprived, or Damon will hear and come out and demand an answer.” Sara smiled, “Puh-lease. So are you gonna call that tutor guy?” Emma pulled out the sticky note from her pocket, “I don’t know. I need to pass this class but I don't know how I feel ...