The Tutors Lessons |HS|

Chapter 51

JAS P.O.V.

I wake up the next Saturday morning feeling like shit, Sarah came running into my room at half past seven whining for a someone to play with her as everyone else was still asleep.

I didn't even get much sleep after that because once you wake me up I can't go back to sleep, I just can't.

Throughout the night I had a throbbing headache and my body just couldn't relax because of all my thoughts invading my brain.

Flashes of Damon would terrify me in my sleep and how Harry wasn't there this time to stop him.

Damon scares me this much because he's violence only reminds me of my father, chills run down my back drag myself out of bed and don't bother making my bed or getting changed as I walk out of my bedroom.

I feel cold and exhausted as I lean against the bathroom door waiting for whoever's in there to hurry the hell up and get out.

After what feels likes days Alfie finally comes strolling out of the bathroom with that smug-ass smirk on his face and that's when my jaw drops.

No one will be able to enter that bathroom for a couple of hours now. I smack him before running down the stairs before he can react.

Once I'm at the bottom of the stairs I go back to my slow course of walking I was in before, I make myself to the kitchen and take a seat at the table and look through my Twitter feeds on my phone.

"Morning honey"

I turn around and find my mum walking with a few bowls in her hands, I'm guessing was Sarah's and Freya's. She happens to be whistling to herself, someone's in a good mood.

I lean back on the wooden chair pulling my legs up against my chest "Mum" I stretch the name out to sound more child like.

She turns around from the sink raising her brow.

"Because you love me could you makes me breakfast" I push my bottom lip out.

"I could"

"Yes?" my eyes sparkle.

"But"

"But?" I frown.

"I need to run and do some errands and I was looking for the time to talk to you about something" she makes eye contact with me for the last bit.

I know that she's either going to scold me about something or tell me something important.

Either way I feel my back tense and I sit up in my chair.

"Yes?" I nod curiously.

"So your aunt Clara called and told me some news" she begins.

My aunt Clara is the youngest of all my aunties including my mum and hasn't been around much since she went off for study leave. She's pretty different, very overwhelming in other words.

"She's getting married!" my mum waits for my reaction.

What the fuck.

"Wait, what?" I choke standing from my chair.

When I said Aunt Clara's young, I meant young. The just turned 20 and for me that's a pretty young age to be having the responsibility or getting married to someone.

"Why do you always react to things like that?" my mum points out oddly.

I furrow my eyebrows.

I guess she's right, I should be happy for her plus if she's happy with the guy and ready for this I'm more than glad.