To Love Him

Chapter 4

Sammy Walcott

All day today practically the whole school has been buzzing about the new student. The celebrity they were all gathered around at the parking lot.

From what my ear has gathered, he's really a celebrity, maybe a model or an actor. Some students can swear they've seen him on TV; All bullshit. They are just being over dramatic over a new guy that’s good looking and rich. If he has an accent, that'll help him more.

"Unfortunately we can't use the class anymore." I say opening the library door and walking into the book Vila.

"Good day Alicia." Wilson greeted the librarian trailing behind me. I looked behind taking notice of the little lady sat on the chair. I'll acknowledge her some other time, hopefully.

"Yea, it's too noisy in there. Everyone is talking about the Garcia senior."

I chose a seat at the end corner of the library, dropping my bag beside me and stretching my legs out front. "This is a good place."

Wilson nodded taking a seat in front of me. "Do you know about the new senior?"

I shrugged opening up my bag to take out my old notes, "Never heard of him."

"They say he once lived in town before going up to the Appalachians."

"Yeah?" I flipped through the notes, taking notice of a stained page, s**t, I hope nothing valuable is lost.

"Yeah they also say he's loaded with money and drives a Ferrari." Wilson gushed out a crooked smile on his acne healing face.

"That must be great." I say grabbing his book and flipping through, I need to know what he's been up regarding academics.

"Yeah I envy him, girl are gonna be fighting over him. Imagine, three or five hot girls coming at one dude. He's gonna have the time of his life; fortunate soul."

I finally looked up at him, raising an amused brow. "You best not be fantasizing of an orgy in front of me."

He's face burned red at that, as he looked down. I smiled, "Keep your wily in check, Willy."

He smiled, "Not cool senior, not cool."

I frowned shutting the book, my frown looking more serious than I felt. "Senior? I'm barely three years older than you, not twenty. Call you not call me senior?"

He gulped, then grin reaching out to slap my shoulder. "Sure thing Sammy"

My eyes moved from my shoulder to his face, then my shoulder and his face again. He gulped realizing that he might have just dug his grave by touching me. "Uh, sen-- Sammy? Sorry man didn't mean to?"

"Didn't mean to? Your arm has a mind of its own now?" I asked amused at the situation, he looked s**t scared. What's so terrifying about me?

"Uh, it's- its- I-"

I burst out laughing taking him by surprise. He sighed wiping off a drop of sheen sweat. "Not cool Sammy."

"Shut up runt, I didn't say you're off the hook." I pushed the open textbook to him, "pg 72, finish up and wake me, when you hit a bump."

His eyes widened as he took in the hundred questions there. "Everything?"

"Everything and be fast about, you only have until the bell goes off. I've got practice." I said placing my bag on the table as a make believe pillow. "Cool?"

He sniffles pulling out his pen, "Yes boss."

I smiled, resting my head on my bag in preparation of a sound nap. Wilson Wong is the practically the only person I interact with in this entire school. He's an adorable kid with quite a habit of talking. His Mom works in the grocery store and she's— unfortunately — taken a liking to me.

She's the only person that forces me to talk and smile. With her Chinese temper, I find myself obeying her most of the time. Wilson is her only son and a playful one too. The moment he was entering high school, Mrs. Wong pleaded with me to take him under my wing. That means keeping an eye on him, tutoring him protecting him and being his freaking fairy God father. Everybody knows Wilson is my Godson and only the foolish mess with him.

I don't tutor students, I might be brilliant and excellent but tutoring means putting up with crappy humans, even the teachers know I won't do it. Not unless there's some kind of reward for me —a reward other than 'extra credits'. I can't get that on my own. Mrs. Wong knows this and although I was ready to change just for her, she insisted on paying me. Generously even.

So Wilson is practically my favorite human. We're both benefiting greatly from our tutor student relationship.

The bell went off sooner than expected and I had to wait to mark and correct Wilson's work. By the time we left the library, the school was almost empty. I waved Wilson goodbye and headed out for the field. I'm late for practice.

I changed into my sport wear and walked out. The weather was better today, I could see the sun. Some boys in the team were gathered around somebody, probably the new student. What did Wilson call him again? I craned my neck to see him; a hint of curiosity coming over me.

"Walcott" Coach called, I avoided my mission to see the new student and turned to him, just in time to see a ball heading towards my face.

My hand shot out, catching it with ease. I raised a brow at the Coach. Does he plan on giving me another bruise?

"Good Good, I knew you'd catch it. You're late." When I didn't answer he continued, "You're taking post today."

I nodded picking up the long stick and a helmet. The ball fell off my hands, rolling away. I sighed dropping the helmet to retrieve the ball. Vans shoes appeared in front and a hand reached down to pick the ball.

"I think you dropped something." An eerily familiar voice said.

I stood up with a frown, ready to ask the person if he expected thanks form me. However my frown was washed right off as I took note of the person standing in front of me with a smile and the ball in his big palm.

Those brown eyes, that lopsided smile, and the two tiny moles on his right cheek.

"Walcott, right?"

Unbelievable.

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