Not as it seems

Part 4

    A stoic beep ran through the intercom after I nervously pressed the button, asking permission to enter. I stood at the front door of the mansion like a fish out of water. So I get intimidated by front doors, but not drug lords with guns? Yeah, I think something is wrong with me.

    “Hello?” A British man’s voice rang out from the intercom.

    “Uh.. hi. I’m Avery, here to tutor Jocelynn Rhodes.”

    “Oh that’s right,” the man’s voice seethed with boredom, “Jocelynn is in her room, up the stairs second door on the right.” With that, I heard the front door click, as it became unlocked. Hesitantly, I pushed open the giant mahogany front door. I was taken aback with what I saw on the inside of the mansion. Sparkling chandeliers lined the towering ceiling, spotless white tile seemed to cover most of the main floor, and the occasional display of artwork made me not want to get too close, afraid I would ruin its beauty.

Still in awe, I headed towards a spiral staircase that kind of reminded me of the stairs in the UIA headquarters. As I made it to the second floor, I began to feel a slight vibration in the floor. I soon discovered that the music was coming from none other than the second door on the right--Jocelynn’s room. Of course, me being me, I just stood outside the door awkwardly, not really sure what to do. Finally, after gaining some courage, I knocked.

There was no answer.

I knocked again, but louder this time and still no one came to the door. My patience was getting thin so without thinking I just opened the door.

This wasn’t one of my smartest moves.

I gasped out of surprised at what I just walked in on. Jocelynn was there in her room, but she wasn’t alone. She happened to be in the middle of a make out session with some guy.

“Oh gosh sorry.. I.. I just..,” they both stared at me surprised as well as I stood there like an idiot fumbling words.

“Who the hell are you?” Jocelynn raised an eyebrow at me giving me a look of displeasure to say the least.

“Um, I’m Avery?” The statement came out more like a question, so I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. “I’m here to tutor you.”

I waited for her response, but she just gave me a bored look, rolled her eyes, and turned back to the guy she was with.

“Wait babe,” this time it was the guy who spoke, “you should probably study. It’s okay, I can come back later.”

“But Luuuukeee,” Jocelynn whined like an annoying five year old.

“Don’t worry I’ll call you later,” the guy, whose name was Luke apparently, gave Jocelynn a kiss goodbye and turned towards me to leave. As he walked past, his piercing hazel eyes gave me a look that could kill. Then, as I met Jocelynn’s gaze again, I was greeted with an almost identical evil glare. She stood up from her king sized bed and crossed her arms. She was wearing a hot pink Juicy Couture track suit (I only knew that since the name was displayed on the front) that cut off just below her belly button, exposing part of her tan stomach. She had long blonde hair that cascaded down to her waist that was by far straighter and glossier than my own. And even though she had bright blue eyes, the look she gave me was still just as intimidating.

“Okay so here’s the sitch,” She crossed the plush white carpet, arms still crossed, until she was standing mere centimeters away from me. I took a step back, but she only stepped closer again. “My house my rules. I don’t even want to be wasting my time with you being tutored in the first place, but my parents are making me. So, basically I’m already not happy. And if you want to live through this experience you’re going to listen to what I say.”

At that moment I’m pretty sure the look on my face closely resembled the look on the nerdy man’s face when he was being threatened by the drug lord in the office building the other day. Because I know on the inside I was feeling the same.

“Um.. I--”

“Rule number one,” she cut me off, “tutoring sessions are gonna be on my time from now on. You better not interrupt my boyfriend time again or you’re definitely gonna regret it.”

So, I will admit I have received my fair share of death threats through the course of my life, but none of them ever made me as terrified as this. And I’m pretty sure Jocelynn has never possessed a weapon in her life, yet I totally believe in the possibility that she could claw my eyes out with her freshly manicured nails.

“Fine,” I answered her demands with a single word because it seemed my mind had forgotten how to speak (which is really saying something since I know six languages).

    “Good,” Jocelynn’s smile changed from a menacing stare to an overly enthusiastic grin faster than Mr. Brinson can pickpocket someone. She clapped her hands together and turned on her heels heading towards a glass table on the opposite side of her huge room. She pulled out one of the pink chairs that had a fuzzy cushion on it and sat down.

    “Are you tutoring me or what?” She raised an eyebrow at me as I was still planted in the doorway. I quickly shuffled over to the table and took a seat across from her. She obviously sighed and rolled her eyes then began taking out her books. This is gonna be great.