Get through Senior year. That's all I needed to do then I would finally be able to get out of Oklahoma.
Head down and keep quiet. That's all I had to do and I would survive. That was my strategy.
Until I caught the attention of the wrong person.
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This can't be right, can it?
I put my car in park, checking the address in the GPS once again.
Arrived at the destination.
My eyes looked back at his house. It was huge. Way bigger than my house for sure. After Mercer apologized to me last, I texted him and told him a time and it worked for him. He still wanted his place to be the study spot and I didn't mind it.
The library or study all would be just fine if I had to choose the spot. I didn't want him at my house at all. Though all is forgiven, I didn't want him on my property. Plus, I didn't want to explain to my overprotective dad why I had a tatted boy at my house.
Grabbing hold of my bag, I got out of my car. I took in the nice setting around the lavish home while making my way up the driveway. The bushes looked healthy and the grass was vibrant green. I noticed there were only two cars parked, the sun reflecting off of them showing off their glimmer. Stepping upon the few steps of the porch, I reached over and rang the doorbell.
A nervous feeling washed over me while I waited patiently for someone to answer. I leaned back and forth on my toes as I think about the structure planned for today's session. It was going to be simple and last an hour.
After a minute, I heard the locks switch and the door opens. I smile at the familiar face and she smiled back. "Hello, Genevieve." Jules greeted happily, stepping aside to allow me in.
"Hi, Jules. How are you?"
"I could be better." She closes the door. "I see my brother apologized to you. He wasn't rude about it was he?"
"No," I thought back to it. "It was simple."
Now that I think about it, it was weird seeing him sincere. His voice was softer than usual when he talks to me. Well, threatens me. His features were softer, more relaxed after getting over his hard time saying the words. And then his closeness. I wanted to know what kind of soap he used because he smelt good. Something I should not be wanting to know.
