Healed

Chapter 4

"Welcome miss, we've been expecting you". A maid greeted as I walked into what was supposed to be a house.

When someone says "house" it usually meant a three bedroom duplex built along a street with similar homes surrounding it.

This was definitely not a house, this was a fucking mansion. And here i was feeling a bit over dressed with my sweatpants and top with my jean jacket for the chilly weather.

"May I take your jacket?"

"Thats not necessary".

She offered a small smile before turning her heels towards the kitchen. Or atleast i think it was a kitchen.

"There you are". Eric said as soon as he saw me. He was dressed in a normal blue tee, and grey shorts and his blonde hair was styled messily making you wanna run your hands through them.

Get. A. Grip. Did I just say I wanna run my hands through his hair?.

I think i needed to lay off Disney channel for a while or like forever.

"This place is cool, the owner not so much"

"Can't we ever have a civil conversation?". He looked tired and for a moment i considered being less mean.

Note; I said 'considered'.

"That will require us actually liking each other which in our case is impossible"

"Thats only because you're hard to deal with"

"And you're an ass" I said and he offered a pathetic excuse for a smile.

He led me to a beautiful study where a table of snacks and books were in waiting. I focused more on snacks than books.

"What are we starting with?" He asked taking a seat in the opposite chair.

"I dont know about you but i'm starting with these pigs in a blanket"

He shook his head but didnt say a word. A wise choice might i add. Maybe tutoring the lord over here wouldn't be so bad.

Especially since we'd be meeting twice a week for lessons plus school.

Oh did i I mention that me and dickward here have a few classes together and here's the best part.. ready? We're seat partners for all of them.

Thanks to a particular busy bee who thought it'd be great if we sat down together during class. For what reason? Nothing, he just had the feeling.

And besides i wouldn't mind spending my Saturday's like this. I mean food wise anyways.

(2 hours and 30 minutes later)

"God you're frustrating"

"Took the word out of my mouth sweetheart" he shouted back equally annoyed.

"Call me sweetheart one more time and I guarantee you won't live past today"

Yes as you may have guessed this study session wasn't working out well.

See somewhere between reading and snacking there was an argument that ensued from his thoughtless comment.

Here's a play back;

"Haven't you had enough yet?" He asked starring at me in disdain.

"Nope"

"You are seriously strange"

"And you're an idiot with the brain size of a peanut". I said taking a bite of my sandwich moaning a little.

Silence