#tim verse

Johanna was excited - truth be told - for this Labor Day.

Ever since she and Logan...hooked up, they've gotten a lot closer, but Jo lived with the constant fear that they would just not work, not make it, or just not make sense. But the idea of a date, a real date with Logan, so far away from Manhattan where they could be truly free to do whatever they wanted, in public, was just making her heart stutter. She cared about him - she did. He was the first guy that ever really appreciated her, and called her ouot on her crap too. He taught her so much in so little, and she became a better person for him. She wanted to become a better person. She wanted him to be proud of her, and wanted him to take her places and boast about her being his girlfriend, and they finally were.

After her 'encounter' with Logan - Johanna strove to make sure she changed his image of her. She worked harder, attended the Physics lessons despite her teacher and showed him that she didn't need his easy passes to get a grade. She was smart, and Logan...Logan was actually a very good teacher. She ditched her social alive, set it aside completely as she told Logan she was willing to spend extra hours on weekends to catch up on retake tests and lift her grade as much as she possibly could.

Johanna had skipped last class - it was Chemistry. She sighed to herself as she hid in the girl's bathroom. She knew what potential she had, she knew she was smart enough to pass that class with flying grades but ever since her teacher made sure that she wouldn't pass the class unless she gave him something in return, she decided she wasn't going to attend. Save herself the emotional stress. After all, she had a tutor now. And he wasn't so bad, she figured if she paid attention to what he was saying she'll at least get a couple of grades higher.

She heard the bell ring, and waited till everyone left, before she texted Davis, her college boy boyfriend, and told him to pick her up from her house in fifteen minutes. She eventually left the bathroom, heading towards her locker. Unbeknownst to her, her chemistry teacher had walked up behind her and pressed his body against hers, "You missed class again, Ms. Lockwood." He muttered, and Johanna could feel the bile rising in her throat, her stomach churning in disgust, "It almost starts feeling like you're avoiding me." Johanna closed her eyes. She wasn't going to take this. She turned around and tried to push him away, "Why don't you stop being a disgusting kid and hit on a woman your age, old sport?" She yelled, hoping someone was here to hear her. That's when he grabbed her by her upper arms and shoved her against the lockers, "That rich bitch attitude won't work with me, sweetheart, you know that." He told her, his voice a menace, and Johanna shut her eyes tightly as she tried to press herself away from him. 

Johanna paced her vast bedroom, seething, her Stephen Venezias clicked against the marble floor, the chiffon tail of her skirt trailing behind her. She can not believe that her father was getting her a tutor. Did he know what he was doing to her? He was going to destroy her image in front of her friends. In front of everyone. No one could know. No one ever. She chewed on the inside of her cheek and blinked once when she heard the phone ring, and she picked it up. "Come on down, Precious. He's here." Johanna huffed before she hung up, turned to look at herself in the mirror to ruffle her luscious waves or brown and amber, and she dabbed her perfectly glossed lips before she made her way down to her father's office - not bothering to acknowledge the maid who greeted her with a nod of respect. She stood in front of the large rowan door, took a deep breath, and plastered a sweet smile on her face as she knocked a soft melody gently against the wood.