A Table for Two?

The Tutoring

Chapter 13:

I received my driver's license in 10th grade, and most of the time I had to drive my mom to the grocery store. My mom wouldn't let me drive to school, because said one of the students my steal it. My var was a Mitsubishi, so I don't think anyone would take it. The only time I could drive was when it was far away, like the grocery store, a restaurant, or sometimes the bowling alley. So most of the time it was off limits.

It's was a excruciating walk to her house, her neighborhood five blocks from mine. I was carrying my backpack with me, which carried all three notebooks and textbooks. I tried to jog, but I would stop every minute to catch my breath, loosing it quickly. It took me twenty minutes to finally reach her house, which wasn't really bad or good. Somewhere in the middle I suppose.

When I reached her house, it was unbelievable. Her house was almost like a mansion, with a picked fence in the front, and I think three stories. There were three cars in the front of her house, a Mercedes, Porsche, and a Bentley. Wow, I thought. Those cars are very expensive, and the house looked overpriced too.

I walked towards her porch, following the sidewalk leading towards it. I headed to the front door, feelings butterflies in my stomach, throughout my body. I rang the doorbell, feeling my finger twitch all around it. I heard some running throughout the house, or mansion, and some whispers. Then Valerie opened the door rapidly.

"Hey Fernando," she said, smiling at me.

"Hey Valerie," I said, almost shocked at what she was wearing. She was wearing another dress, of course, but it looked fantastic on her. Her dress was a crispy grey, with what I believed was diamonds on it. It glittered as she motioned for me to come in. I had to say, she looked stunning, like usual.

Her house was amazing on the outside, but spontaneous on the inside. She had gold antics, which glowed very brightly. The floor was wooden, but seemed as if it were polished regularly. The house smelled exquisite, leaving my nose dancing on my face. Her house seemed so proper, more proper than me stuffing my face full of pb&js.

"Sorry it's a little messy," she said. Messy!!! This girl was serious but she seemed she was playing. What is her idea of clean? No dust in tr air or ground?

"It's ok," I said, trying to look like I understood her clearly. She laughed then, and showed me around her house. It was unbelievable. Her living room had a 65 inch tv, with speakers twice as big as my face. The living room had two couches, both polished as well, with a recliner next to the couches. The kitchen had an island, which means a counter in the middle of the kitchen. Wooden cabinets, silver utensils, and a glass table. This girl was way out of my league.

Her mom was in the kitchen, cooking something that made my nose do gangman style. She didn't hear me at first, but then Valerie called for her. When she turned around, she looked extremely surprised. She had the same resemblance as Valerie, except she looked in her late thirties.

"This must be the Puerto Rican boy Valerie told me about," she said, smiling at me like what Valerie did when she opened the door.

"That's me," I said embarrassingly, never knowing she talking about me to her mom.

"Well aren't you a cutie," she said.

"Mom!" Valerie squealed right behind me.

"Oh well you to have fun upstairs while I make my homemade tacos."

I turned around quickly, hearing what felt like heaven. Tacos. They smelled so good, even though they weren't done, but it ha that smell that you knew it was going to be delicious. Valerie noticed me smile when she said tacos, and giggled right next me. She then led me upstairs, toward her bedroom. There were about thirty flights of stairs, which seemed endless to me.