If Maybe Was an Answer-Part Two-Rewrite

(Amari's pov.)

Jacob has been here an entire month has made plenty of friends but still feels the need to follow me around like a long lost puppy. I try to ignore him but the kid doesn't give up, I guess that is what got me here. By here I mean walking beside him while he talks all about his weekend and ignores the surprised stares and pointed glares.

"Amari, are you listening?" I snap my attention back to him, nodding. He groans, seeing right through my lies. "My mom wants you to come over for dinner, what do you say?" I stare at him, waiting. Realization leaks into his face and he becomes a blundering mess. 'No thanks.' I write on a peice of paper and pass it over. I don't even like dinner with my own parents why would I enjoy dinner with his.

He groans and tugs at my bag, he does this alot. I keep on walking, dragging him along with me. "Amari," he whines. I turn which causes him to crash into me and we go sailing towards the ground. Luckily the halls are now empty because the final bell rang,"No!" I shout, scampering around to gather up my things. Jacob's eyes go wide,"Amari. You just talked." I roll my eyes,"No Shit Sherlock." He laughs, falling back on his haunches in the hall.

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(Jacob's pov.)

Amari agreed to tutor me after school, probably in the hopes that I wouldn't tell her secret. We are sitting at my kitchen table and she is deep in her book. Amari has deep cristaline blue eyes, pale skin, freckles, dimples, and shoulder-length black hair that she keeps pulled into a messy ponytail.

"Stop staring and study," she snaps. Her eyes do not leave the book as she shoves notecards and a key sheet over to me. "Jacob, I am home." My moms sweet voice calls from the living room, Amari snaps her head up. Shoving her book into the bag by her feet and grabbing her notes back. "We will continue another day," She whispers. My mom walks in though and Amari is trapped, between the kitchen table and my mom who stands in front of the doorway.

"Hi." My mom says, Amari gives a little wave. She shrinks down under my mother's gaze, which is rather amusing seeing as how my mom is 5'4 and Amari is 5'7. "I am Jocelyn, Jacobs mom. You must be Amari," she nods in response. "Are you joining us for dinner?" Amari freezes, obviously uncomfortable. "Mom, she has to get home." I stand, ready to walk Amari out. She stops me, not with a gesture, but with the words that leave her mouth.

"I would love to, ma'am."

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