At the end of the day, Haven went to her locker. She had just closed it when someone tapped her shoulder. Haven whirled around to find James standing behind her.

"Hey, Haven. I know you took Statistics last year. This year I'm taking it, so I was wondering if you had your notes from last year. If you do could you lend me them. You know, so I can cross-reference them with mine?" he asked.

"Sure! I'll bring them tomorrow morning. Meet me before school at the bell tower and I'll give them to you," Haven smiled.

"Thanks so much Haven! Those notes will save my math scores!" James grinned at her.

"Sure! I'm glad I could help," Haven said as James walked down the hall to meet Sara.

"How can you not see that he's using you for your notes!" Vinny slammed his locker shut.

"Vinny, you shouldn't have eavesdropped!"

"I couldn't help it. That egotistical idiot was so loud."

"He's not an idiot! He has better grades than you do and he's not egotistical. He's an actor He has an actor's attitude and he is not using me for my notes," Haven sighed.

"Which is the equivalent of an egotistical idiot!" Vinny grumbles as the two of them walk down the hall.

"It is not!"

"And the only reason he has better grades is because he uses your notes," Vinny fumed.

"That's not true!"

"What about that girlfriend of his? I think she only acted nice at the beginning to gain his favor. Now that she has him wrapped around his little finger, she's showing her true colors. She wasn't always mean to you and recently she sometimes looks at James like a meal," Vinny spread his arms.

"That's not very nice to say, Vinny."

"Well, some of us are not as perfect as you are," Vinny shook his head.

"Nobody is perfect, especially not me," Haven said, but Vinny just ignored the comment and the fact that the two of them were standing in the middle of a hallway intersection.

"You never talk behind other people's backs, you never hold grudges, and you are way too forgiving. If I were in your position, I wouldn't help James and I wouldn't be nice to Sara," Vinny continued. Haven checked her watch and groaned. She was going to be late.

"I have to get to club now. See you tomorrow Vinny," Haven said as they parted ways. Haven ran all the way to Mr. Glendale's room.

~CHB~

"Ah, Haven! We're so glad you could make it!" Mr. Glendale said as Haven walked through the door. James and the other four club members had already arrived.

"Sorry I'm late!" Haven exclaimed.

"Don't worry. I'm glad everyone came today," Mr. Glendale said warmly. He was wearing his familiar Ben Hogan hat. Haven never saw him without that hat.

"We were just discussing poems for next year's competition. What are you choosing?" James asked.

"I'm still deciding, but one of them is The Children's Hour by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I don't know about my other two," Haven said as she put her bag down and pulled a chair over to the circle the club members had formed.

"You always choose a Longfellow poem," James grumbled.

"Well, I like them. Longfellow is one of my favorite poets," Haven defended herself.

"Are you sure you aren't trying to get on the one of the judge's good side? You know he's related to Longfellow," James smiled.

"Of course not! I judge her harder than the rest because she recites Longfellow's poems!" Mr. Longfellow said as he walked into the room.

"Mr. Longfellow, a pleasure to see you. What do you need?" Mr. Glendale asked.

"There are a few students outside who want to speak with you," Mr. Longfellow said.

"Of course. Please tell them I'll be with them shortly," Mr. Glendale grinned and turned back towards the circle. "So, there is one last thing we need to talk about. As you all know this year, the president is a senior and will graduate. We need to vote on who will be president next year."

"Well, I think Haven should be president. She came to every meeting without fail," one of the younger members - Penny - suggested.

"I'm flattered, but I really don't I want to be president. I think James should be the president. He's been in the club longer," Haven said.

"By a month," Sebastian, the previous president noted.

"Are any objections?" Mr. Glendale asked the club.

"Well, James is constantly missing club. This year he missed about a quarter of the meetings because he was in the school play and then he missed another dozen the past few months because he and Sara just ditched and Sara's not even in the club," Penny complained.

"We were not ditching! We were in the tutoring center to get better math grades," Sara pouted.

"Huh, according to my older brother, you two spent a lot of lunches down at the Taco Hut. He Should know, he works the lunch shift there," Jackson commented.

"We would have gone to McDonald's, but the creepy dude's always there," James shrugged and Sara elbowed him in the ribs.

"Since Haven has already stepped down and there are no more nominations, James is the president next year. I hope to see you all next year," Mr. Glendale smiled. The six club members filed out, picking up their bags as they left.

"Oh, Haven. Can I have a word with you?" Mr. Glendale called.

"Sure," Haven turned around and set her backpack on the floor.

"I'm surprised that you chose not to be president. You are our most dedicated member. Could you tell me why?" Mr. Glendale said.

"Next year I'm the yearbook editor-in-chief, so I might miss club meetings," Haven explained.

"Good for you, Haven. I understand why you don't want to be president. See you next year!" Mr. Glendale said.

"See you next year," Haven smiled and left the classroom. Outside, Haven saw Yamato and Wren waiting in the halls.

"Oh Yamato! I would have thought you would have left by now!"

"Mr. Glendale is Wren's father. I'm dropping him off before I go home," Yamato said nonchalantly. Haven shrugged and darted past. Outside the building, Haven bumped into Vinny.

"Second time I've said this today, I would have thought you would have left by now!" Haven said as she walked towards her car.

"I would have, but I got in a fight with my foster parents. I'm not allowed back in the house until after sundown," Vinny shrugged.

"Well, you could come by my house. I could help you study and stuff," Haven offered.

"Much appreciated! Can I drive?" Vinny followed Haven to her car. It was an old blue Volvo 240 station wagon.

"No! I wouldn't trust you behind the wheel of any vehicle. Do you even have a permit?" Haven exclaimed as she slid into the driver's seat.

"OK! OK! I get your point. But aren't you breaking a rule? No driving with friends, right?" Vinny said as he slid into the passenger seat.

"My license is six months and a day old. I'm driving one other person, so it is totally legal. Now quiet. I have driving to do," Haven smiled as she started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

"One last question! This summer, can we hang out more often?" Vinny asked.

"You spend like every waking hour at my house, summer or otherwise. How could we hang out more?" Haven replied and it could have been the late afternoon light, but Vinny's face seemed to have gotten redder.

~CHB~

"Your car is older than you are. Why do you even keep it?" Vinny asked as Haven pulled into her driveway.

"It's more tradition than anything else. All of my cousins learned to drive in this car. I know they all learned to drive before I was born, but I didn't want to be the one to break tradition," Haven explained as she led Vinny into the house.

"Hi Mum!" Haven said as she passed the kitchen.

"Welcome back, Haven. Hello Vinny, it's wonderful to see you again," Haven's mother greeted them.

"Hello Ms. Walters," Vinny said.

"You should use the living room to study, Amy's in there too. You three could help each other. Haven, are you sure you don't want to skip tomorrow? You don't have any more finals," Ms. Walters asked.

"Thanks for the offer, but I promised I would give someone with notes tomorrow, so no thanks," Haven smiled as she walked into the living room with Vinny. Haven's younger sister Amy looked up from her homework. Suddenly, Amy threw up her arms in frustration.

"Why should I care about World War II," Amy exclaimed.

"She doesn't like history?" Vinny exclaimed in disbelief.

"Why don't you tutor her while I go back to school and get my bag. I must have forgotten it in Mr. Glendale's room," Haven explained.

"Sure. Just remind me which class she's in," Vinny said as he unpacked his own stuff.

"Oh, ask her. I can't remember," Haven said as she turned around.

"You remember everything! So, what class is it?"

"Freshman US History," Haven said as she headed for the front door.

"Oh, and Haven," Vinny called after her, "We've always been in the same math class, so I'll give James my notes. They are almost as good as your's."

"Thanks Vinny! I'll be back soon," Haven smiled and went back to school.