Tutor Chic #2nd book of the Chic series

9: Her Anger

9: Her Anger

Faye's feet ached all over. She was sweaty, her eyes were puffy and to sum it all up, she felt like crap.

She scowled at the stairs that led her up to her apartment. When she reached her door, she glanced at Amanda's apartment door that stood beside hers loathingly. She loved her friend, but she hated the constant reminder of how low Amanda's life got when she decided to live like Faye.

Amanda was rich, or at least her parents were. But she was living here, in this dumpster, just so she could look after Faye because apparently Faye wasn't capable to take care of her own self.

What Faye hated most was the fact that it was true. If Amanda wasn't here, there wouldn't be any where out of the shit she gotten herself into. It was the absolute last resort and she hated needing to have to use it.

"Hello, Miller." Faye turned around when she heard the familiar voice behind her. She was about to knock on Amanda's door.

"Isaac!" she beamed, her fake bright smile beaming when she faced him. "How are you?"

He gave her a knowing look, his eyes twinkle in amusement. No amount of charm would make Isaac Jefferson forget about the rent.

"I am good," he offered her a kind smile, "How are you?"

She scratched the back of her neck as she offered him a weak smile, "I'm fine." Of course she wasn't, but Isaac didn't need to know that.

"Coming back from work, I presume."

"Y.. yeah. You can say that." She locked the anger she felt about her recent job for later, and instead her smile stretched as she said, "would you like to come in." she gestured to her own apartment door.

Isaac smiled at her before sighing, "Miller, you know why I am here."

"I know I know," she huffed an exasperated sigh, "I promise, by the end of the week, I will pay the rent."

"For both months?" Isaac prompted, rising both eyebrows.

"Yes." She nodded. She didn't know how though, after what happened tonight, she didn't have any extra. Heck, she was very short on money at the moment. It was the reason she was about to give Amanda a visit.

"I promise." She said finally. Isaac offered her a kind smile. He was a nice guy, actually; probably in his mid thirties. He featured a golden boy, but in a rugged, powerful kind of way.

"You know that the reason this old building is still up because I convinced my father to keep it for students like you. I don't want to give him a reason to tear it down." He said apologetically.

"I know, Isaac. Thank you. I really need this place, I can't afford anywhere else." Faye rubbed her face a few time, suddenly all the exhaustion from her 'walk' washed over her, "You are a sweetheart, you know that, Jefferson?"

"Always do." Isaac winked. "You do realize that the week ends in a couple of days, right?"

Faye huffed out an exhausted breath as she said, "Yep."

"Okay." Isaac said slowly, a small frown forming on his face, "you sure you can handle getting the money by then?" he asked.

"Yes," Faye said, "Don't worry about it."

They exchanged a few more words before he bid her goodbye and left. She was exhausted but instead of getting inside her home, she turned back to Amanda's, took a long breath and knocked on Amanda's door.

"Faye!" Clara, Amanda's overly perky friend, stood inside the door, beaming at her. Her huge blond curls bounced as she greeted her. Faye smiled back, hoping she didn't look like she was grimacing.