Moka and Me

Last semester, in my film studies class, there was a girl in my class who didn't always know what was going on.  I'll call her Moka. She seemed nice and I actually felt kind of bad that she was weird and didn't know my language well. I didn't pity her, I just felt she deserved more attention because not being at the same level of understanding must be real tough. One day, I even saved a seat for her, just because it seemed like the right thing to do.  She had missed a few classes, and being the nice guy I am, I offered to give her my notes for the upcoming test we were going to have. I even copied them, so the transfer would be smooth and easy. We were going to meet up one day outside my art class, after it ended.
So, a few days later, I was in my computer art class working hard on a project. My back was to the door, so I could not see when someone comes in. I was not even paying attention to people talking because I was really "in the zone" and completely unaware of anything around me. Apparently, someone kept showing up in the doorway, causing the whole class to look, because of the shadow this person cast in our dark room. This person was relentless and my teacher, Jennifer, apparently was yelling at her that we were in class. Who was this mystery person that keeps popping their head in? It was almost as if they didn't understand. I happen to be turned away from my computer, talking to someone, when the disruptor was there. I caught a look. It was Moka. And this time, my teacher demanded what she wanted. "The guy," she said and then quickly disappeared again. I couldn't believe it and I also got Hot-Cheeks.  Jennifer, still pissed from being disrupted, angrily looked to the class after Moka booked it. "Who knows this person?" she demanded again. The class was looking at her. It was odd when Jennifer lost her patients with any of us, and so it scared us. Everyone was listening and and looking, but me. I was hiding, playing the fool card. When I did peek around my shoulder, she quickly saw me. "Matthew! Do you know her?!" she asked, pointing her finger to the empty doorway.  Holding my shaking hands up as if to plead for my life, I shook my head in most directions, so as to avoid a complete 'yes' or 'no' answer. It was true that I was the one she came for, for help because I pitied her. But there was no way I would admit it. Once everything had calmed down, I went out to visit the water fountain with hopes of running into Moka so I could ask what the hell she was doing and why she wanted to embarrass me so badly.  She must have hidden or something, out of fear, because I didn't see her. I still had Hot-Cheeks when I got back to my computer and couldn't make them go away. Shay, who sat next to me, some how knew that Moka had come for me, by the way I too-easily played off not knowing who she was. Also, my Hot-Cheeks probably gave her the hint.
I found her after class and tried to give her the notes without anyone from my class seeing, but was unsuccessful.