Reckless. [TMNT 2012]

18. Shocking Secrets; Casey

Song: Wildest Dreams – Taylor Swift

The rest of the week goes by in a blur. Before I know it, it's the last day of school before Thanksgiving break. Every class flies by until I'm finally on my way home, carrying a stack of books for homework that I was assigned. Not that I'm actually going to do any of it.

    My whole week was consumed with studying with Evelyn. Ever since the café visit, I have become quite fond of her. I actually want to be around her, as stupid as it sound. I mean, what kind of moron likes to spend time with their tutors? Yet, I'm guilty of such matters.

    She isn't perfect by any means. She's still stiff, and it's super annoying at times. She also has a defect where she has to correct me if I misspeak or pronounce something wrong. But other than that, I love to be around her. She isn't as boring as I first assumed.

    I finally get home from my long, cold walk down the street. I throw my books onto the kitchen table and let them scatter. They are the last of my last concern at the moment. I deserve time to relax.

    I remove my phone from my pocket and tap a button. The screen lights up and informs me that I have a text from a strange number. Curious, I unlock my phone and read the message. It says, "It's too cold to study at the park. Meet me at my house instead."

    It is followed by an address. The street name and number sound slightly familiar, but I don't think too much of it. All I care about is the fact that Evelyn is finally allowing us to study indoors. I am relieved, because that means I won't freeze my butt off this time.

    My grumbling stomach interrupts my giddy thoughts. I race into the kitchen, crack open a box of cookies, and unceremoniously shove a few in my mouth. Then I grab my hockey mask and sticks, jam them into my bag, and head out.

    Fortunately, it doesn't take me too long to walk to Evelyn's house. It's just a few blocks passed the park. The park itself is something like a middle point between our residencies. Guess I can say we've literally met each other halfway.

    When I arrive at Evelyn's house, I realize that it isn't really a house at all. It's a humungous mansion, four times the size of any regular apartment building. And that isn't all. It also happens to be the very same mansion that held that epic Halloween party a few weeks ago. What a coincidence.

    I am in complete awe as I ring the doorbell. I know Evelyn is rather elegant and mature for her age, but I never considered her someone to live so highly. Her family must be rich out of its mind to own such a huge place. But why doesn't she act like a snobby, bratty girl with millionaires for parents?

    The large front door opened, but it isn't Evelyn who stands there. It's a little oriental woman with many wrinkles and a kind smile. She is dressed in simple, dirty clothes that suggest she has been cleaning something.

    "Oh, hello! You must be here for mistress!" The woman speaks quickly with a subtle accent.

    Before I can even say anything, she turns towards a device on the wall and presses a button. "Miss Evelyn, you have visitor," she says into the receiver.

    An electronic voice much like Evelyn's replies, "Thanks, Angelina. I'll be down in a second."

    "Come, come," Angelina motions for me to step inside. "I take coat and hang it for you. You want an edible?" she adds is she removes my jacket and places it on a hanger.

    I am a bit astonished by the circumstances, so I just shake my head.

    Just then, a set of quick steps echoes down the staircase. Evelyn appears with her usual, emotionless expression as she walks toward me. I expect her to be out of breath after coming down so many stairs, but she doesn't seem bothered. She dismisses Angelina and gives me a nod in greeting.