This Heart of Mine by C. C. Hunter

Author:C. C. Hunter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press

21

I’m halfway through science, taking notes, when a girl walks in. She moves over to Ms. Whitney and whispers some important message worthy of class disruption.

Ms. Whitney looks up. I swear she zeroes in on me.

It can’t be about me. I’m just feeling paranoid. About school. About Matt. About my scar. But I got a text from Matt. Unfortunately, I was already in class and didn’t want to risk having my phone taken away. But as soon as class is over …

The girl walks out. Ms. Whitney starts down the aisle.

My aisle.

Could it be about my pills? I check the clock on the wall. It’s not even eight. I take them at nine.

Ms. Whitney stops beside me. “You’re needed in the office.”

“Why?” I ask, then wish I hadn’t, because everyone’s listening.

“I’m not sure. Probably nothing.”

You don’t get called into the office for nothing. I walk out with my books, my pen, and a backpack full of fear. I’m shaking. I’ve never been called to the office before. Book dorks and blatant book geeks are good kids.

I walk the green mile to the office. Ms. Clarkson smiles at me.

I ease up to the counter. “Is something wrong?”

“No. Ms. Milina, your counselor, wants to speak to you again.”

Crap. I hope this isn’t about the scooter.

Her door’s open. I still stop outside of it.

“Come in.” Her voice flows out.

I ease in. Should I close the door? Then not wanting anyone to eavesdrop, I shut it. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She motions to the chair. “Do you know Matt Kenner?”

Air catches in my throat. I plop into the chair.

She leans in. “I hear you two have a … special connection.”

My knot of nerves starts to unravel in my stomach. She knows? Shit shit shit!

But—I breathe in, I breathe out—how could she know?

She’s staring at me. I manage to nod.

“Matt stopped by earlier. He mentioned that…” She’s speaking slowly. I wish I could yank the words out. But then maybe I’m not ready to hear them. I’m not ready for the world to know. They’ll blame me …

Because deep down, where I don’t like to go emotionally, I blame myself. Not for his death, but for benefiting from it. Part of me wonders how Matt doesn’t blame me.

“Matt made a request. I wanted to confirm it was okay with you.”

I shift in my seat. The chair scrapes across the wood floor. “A request?”

“He said he’s been helping you study.”

“Yes. He is.” The tension holding my spine hostage releases.

“He requested to be moved into your classes.”

He did? Oh shit! Good shit. I probably shouldn’t smile, at least not this big, but I can’t stop myself. Matt Kenner wants to be in my class.

“I wanted to check with you first.”

“It would be so helpful if that’s possible.”

“I can only get him into your math and science classes.”

“Those are the subjects I’ll need the most help with,” I tell her.

She leans back. Her chair squeaks. “The schedule will start tomorrow.” She pauses. “I normally don’t grant this kind of a

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