Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
I look at the screen thinking it’s the tutor sending another email but see it’s Belle.
Belle: You hanging with my brother after school? If so we should all do something after.
Me: Shouldn't you been in class?
The middle school gets out about an hour after the high school so my guess is that she’s texting during class.
Belle: Walking to stupid French now.
I love French. It had been one of my favorite classes. I didn't get to take it this year because I’d already done all of the levels. I can speak it fluently now.
Me: Nous devrions faire vos ongles pour assortir vos cheveux
Belle: I’m terrible at it! I have no idea what you’re saying.
I laugh as I open my car door, tossing my bag into the passenger seat. I need to get home so that I’m not late for my new tutor. My teacher is letting me redo the problems I messed up on my homework from last night. The thought of Brad ditching me still ruffles my feathers but I don’t have to deal with him anymore so I have to put it behind me. After my teacher saw the effort that I am trying to put in, he decided to give me another chance. Him allowing me to correct it will help bring my grade up. Something I desperately need.
Me: Well, you’ll have to ask your French teacher and then we can hang. Tell Ms. Caron I said hi.
I fire off the text before dropping my phone into the cup holder, heading toward my place. It’s not a far drive. When I pull in the driveway, I see a car already parked outside. I glance at the clock to see that I’m not late, they are just early. I have a thing for being on time. I think it’s rude to expect someone to spend their free time waiting on you. Unless they have it coming like Brad did. He can find someone to fuck while he waits for me to show up. My stomach clenches at the thought. This tutor is off to a great start already at least.
I pull around the side, parking my car and grabbing my bag as well as my phone and head back toward the front of the house. When I come back around the tutor is getting out of their car. I pause for a moment because it’s a male. I’d assumed the name Taylor was for a girl. Damn it.
He looks like your typical jock. Great, another jerk to deal with. This time, I put a smile on my face because if I’ve learned anything from meeting Brad, it’s to not judge a book by its cover. His eyes go wide when he sees me. He looks from me to my house then back to me again.
“Are you Senator James’s daughter?” Just great. He knows who I am. I hope he’s not looking to see my father because he’s going to be sorely disappointed. He spends his time everywhere else but at home. He only comes here when he absolutely has to or to raise hell if Mom or I have stepped out of line. He couldn’t have us messing up his image.
“Yeah.” I reach my hand out. “It’s nice to meet you, Taylor.”
He smiles, taking my hand. “More than nice.” His voice drops. I have to pull my hand from his when he doesn't let go.
“Let’s go inside.” I motion toward the front door. “My teacher is letting me do my homework over. I need to rework the problems that I got wrong in order to get a good grade. Maybe you can show me what I’m doing wrong?” I push open the door.
“Doesn't look like you’re doing anything wrong,” he mumbles from behind me. Before I can say anything, Sarah is there. I tell myself that I only have to get through this one session with this jerk. I need to keep my mouth shut and play nice.
“Are you hungry?” she asks, her eyes bouncing between Taylor and me. She gives him a glare.
“No.” For once I’m actually not. I’m tired from the sleepless night I had and now I’m extra annoyed at this pompous jerk who thinks he can say whatever disrespectful thing pops into his tiny brain. Fine, his brain might not be tiny because he can obviously do trig, but he’s still an idiot in my book.
“Why don’t you study at the counter in the kitchen? I can at least get you both something to drink.” She points towards the kitchen. She’s not really asking she’s telling. Sarah knows me so well. She can tell that this tutor guy is making me uncomfortable. She wants us to stay where she can keep an eye on him even though she knows that I can handle myself.
“Thanks.” I give Sarah a kiss on the check as I pass her. My phone vibrates in my hand. I look down to see I have a few missed texts. I don’t bother to open Brad’s because I’m sure he’s wondering where I am. I click on his sister.