Chapter 20: Tutor Session (Part Two)

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priorities." (Young Ron Weasley v.)

They were halfway through the tutor session, when Luke walked up to the table. Nathan looked up and then continued writing as if Luke were a harmless fly on the

wall. Haley gave Luke an apologetic look and before she could explain, he stormed out of the library. Haley closed her book.

"Leaving?"

"You really are making progress." Haley shot back, sarcastically.

"He's jealous, isn't he?"

Haley didn't answer. She hurried toward the exit she knew Luke would leave out of. He was walking fast and she had to run. Luke saw her coming and stopped. His

back was to her, as if he couldn't bear to face the look of guilt he suspected was on her face.

"He needed help Luke," Haley said, with a heavy shrug. "What would you have me do, ignore him? He's your brother."

"Since when did we become brothers?" Luke growled.

Haley laughed.

"I get it now. You can help him, but I can't." Haley said, running her hand through her hair.

Luke turned around.

"He told you?" Luke asked, incredulously.

"Yes, he told me how you offered him your basketball as a truce, and how he rejected it."

"That was a mistake." Luke said, shoving his hands in his pocket.

Haley noticed.

"Bad habit?" she asked.

"It's a really bad habit." Luke answered, grinning.

She walked up, and hugged him. Luke surrendered and hugged her back. He trusted her. He didn't trust Nathan. If he hurt Haley, how would Luke handle that? Haley

felt Luke tense up.

"What would Jesus do, Luke?"

"I don't know, Hales."

"He needs my help."

"Be careful, Hales."

She looked up at him.

"Hey tall person, why do people keep telling me that?"

"Who else told you?" Luke pretended to search the surrounding students suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.

"His girlfriend Peyton," Haley said, shuddering. "She's scary."

"I don't blame her," Luke said, hoping Haley didn't see him blush. "You are dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight, you know."

"He's not that bad."

"He's a joke Hales. He's a clown, trying to be daddy's perfect little boy."

Haley shook her head and smiled.

"He's not a joke and you're not a mistake."

She understood now. Like Jesus was between God and man, Haley was their bridge.