Jack pulled off the main road and onto the tree lined street that was supposed to lead him to the James’ home, a quick glance at the directions written on the back of a sales order telling him that it was, in fact, the right place. He’d left school an hour and a half before, going straight home to check on his mother before driving into Chester on his day off from the store to meet with a girl that one of his customers had told him about.
Her name was Alexa, and apparently she needed tutoring in history, and Mrs. Ingles, who just happened to be a teacher and a friend of the girls’ mother, had highly recommended him for the job. He was grateful, really, because it was getting to be winter, and that meant a higher electric bill and his mother would be sick more often, and he needed the money.
needed the money.
Sighing softly, he pulled up in front of a house with a mailbox that matched the number on the paper. Hitting the brakes, he put the car into park and stared up at the massive house, a groan escaping his lips.
“Another rich kid that doesn’t want to study because they can buy their way through anything,” he mumbled, climbing out of the car and heading up the walk, ringing the door bell. “Figures.” ( Sexual tension, AHOOOOOOO!Collapse )