Billionaire Flawed 2(160)

George turned to speak, and the girls walked away.

“Yeah, what’s up?” he asked.

“Listen, how did you get her as a tutor,” Henry asked.

“It was easy, there’s a website on the campus that you use to apply for tutelage, and they match you up with people that best suit your needs,” replied George.

“It’s that easy?”

“Yep, just like that. It costs a bit, but it’s worth it. Kara’s helped me bump my grade up a couple of points in the last couple months; it’s helped keep me on the team,” George said.

Henry scratched his chin.

“Do you still have your application somewhere,” Henry asked.

“Yeah, probably, why?”

“I want to apply for a tutor, just give me your information,” Henry prodded.

“I think I have it in my room, I’ll email it to you,” George replied, and then went back to filling his glass.

Henry stood there a moment watching him drink, wishing that he’d take the hint.

“Now, please,” Henry said, taking the glass from George’s hand and setting it on the table.

George raised an eyebrow at him and left for his room in the house. Henry followed close by.

“How about you just bring up the application, and I’ll fill out the rest before sending it in,” Henry said.

George nodded.

“You’ll probably end up with the girl that ditched you tonight,” George said.

“You don’t say, wouldn’t that be something,” Henry said.

With a few taps on his laptop, George pulled up his old application. Henry pushed George from his chair and started changing a few of the fields.

“Hmm, maybe Albert Conrad,” Henry said.

“Albert, Who?” George asked.

“Nothing, George, can you answer me a question, what does Kara like?”

George looked at Henry with drunken eyes and tried to understand what he was being asked.

“Reading, I guess,” George replied.

“You’re no help, George,” said Henry.

“I know.”

“I’ll turn off your computer when I’m done, just get back to the party for me.”

“Okay, Henry.”

George stumbled out of his room, slamming the door behind him unexpectedly.

Henry continued to fill in the fields of the application. Some of the details he made up on the fly, while others he used from his own record to help his case. When he thought the application was perfect, he submitted it.

Henry felt butterflies in his stomach. He wanted to spend more time with Kara, and this seemed the only way to do it.



4.

The usual people were on the list, and Kara didn’t mind who she had to tutor, so long as they were willing to learn and able to pay.

Living on campus was becoming more expensive every quarter that passed, and she had to take on even more students to handle the load.

One applicant stood out to her on the list. Albert Conrad. He needed help in areas that she was quite proficient in; though he did sound like he might be a little slow to learn. It didn’t really matter, though; everyone deserved a fair shot at good grades.

Kara signed the waiver and took on two more students; the first she decided to call was Albert.

“Hello?” replied the speaker.

“Albert Conrad,” she asked.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“This is Kara, and I’ve decided to take you on as a student that I’ll be tutoring. Do you have time to meet me later today?”

“Of course; the library at 2 pm would be perfect,” he replied.

“Excellent, I will see you then,” Kara said before hanging up the phone.

Something seemed very familiar about the voice on the other line, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

Time passed, and the clock eventually read 2 pm. It was raining again outside, and Kara sat and watched out the window again with a book in hand.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and swiveled to see Henry standing there.

“Why are you here,” she asked.

“Albert said he couldn’t make it, and I should take his spot,” he replied while plopping down in the overstuffed chair nearby.

“How do you know Albert,” Kara wondered.

“Well, funny story, that,” Henry said, “I made him up.”

Kara wasn’t laughing.

“Henry, why are you torturing me like this,” she asked.

“I really don’t know,” he replied.

There was sincerity in his reply that Kara hadn’t heard before. Henry appeared genuine for the first time since Kara had met him.

“Okay, Henry, you’ve had your fun, I need to get back to real work now.”

Henry didn’t budge from his seat.

“Kara, why do we constantly fight?” he asked.

Kara knew what she wanted to say, but wondered if she was just parroting what she had said in the past. The only reason she could honestly come up with is that she didn’t want to feel like she was just another face. She wanted to be more than just another passing fancy.