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what time Mr Big-Shot was turning up, so I went about my usual afternoon activities. Which included: a snack, a nap, and a lap around the house to see if there was anything incriminating lying about. After doing that, I went and hopped on the family computer, logging in with my password so Momma couldn't check my emails and other stuff. Not that she would really find anything interesting. I ended up receiving an email from Jessie. How could she be home and already sent me an email? She had tennis after school.
         
    Hey Chick, is he there yet?
         
    I laughed and typed back:
     
    No! Talk to you tomorrow.
     
    Before I got the chance to sign off, it dinged back with another email from Jessie. What was she doing, sitting on her computer?
     
    No you don't! You email or call me later about EVERYTHING!!!!!! Or else.
     
       I didn’t bother replying; instead, I got up from the desk in the lounge and went to my room to flop on the bed. I should have asked what time he was coming around. Too bad, I only thought of it when I was sitting on the bus, and there was no way I was going to the back of the bus to ask him in front of his Barbie doll girlfriend. I even told myself as I was getting off the bus not to look back there. Too bad my head didn't listen; I snuck a quick glance and wished I hadn’t…he was looking at me. I turned away and climbed down the steps.
          My other homework called to me. I needed to get it out of the way anyway, and I knew it would keep me busy for a couple of hours.
          It had, until I heard a car pull into the driveway. My heart started to pound, but as soon as the front door came open and I heard humming, I knew it was just Momma.
          “Skylar, hon, you home?” Momma called from the kitchen. Remembering it had been food-shopping day, I walked out to give her a hand to put away the groceries.
          “Hi’ya, Momma. Did you sleep well today?” 
          “I did indeed. How was your day, sweetheart? God, haven’t you taken that stuff off your face yet?” She complained. Usually, that would be the first thing I did when getting home, unless I was meeting my friends later.
          “Nope. I have someone coming over—” I began, as a knock at the door interrupted me. My stupid heart began pounding again. I quickly stomped to the door and opened it. Kane stood there smiling, with his arms full of books.
          “Hi,” he said. “Hope I'm not too late for you.”
          I looked at the clock over my shoulder that hung in the lounge above our television. It was already half-past five.
          “Suppose it'll have to do,” I muttered. I grabbed some of the books from him because they seemed like a heavy load, and stepped aside to let him in.
          “Sorry, I got caught up with something. Look, if it's going to be a hassle, we can just meet Saturday.”
          I looked over my shoulder to give him a smart-ass smirk; instead, I was caught up ogling him. He did look good wearing dark blue jeans and a lighter-coloured tee. I turned back around and said, “No, we can't have that; you may think I'm not pulling my weight. Don't worry about it, okay? Let’s get something started.” We entered the kitchen where Momma had already started cooking, but she turned once hearing us enter.
          “Momma, this is Kane. Kane, this is Mrs James.”
          “Nice to meet you, Mrs James.” Kane smiled and placed his books on the table so he could hold out his hand.
          To my embarrassment, she stood there in shock, gawking at him.
          “Momma,” I hissed. She came out of her semi-trance, and laughed giddily while she took his hand and shook it vigorously.
          “All right, Momma, let go of the poor guy.”
          She blushed and dropped her hand. “Sorry, dear. Uh, Skylar, what’s going on here?”
          I rolled my eyes. “He's here to study; he’s my assigned history