The directions Aaron sent me weren't too far from school. By the address I knew that he lived in the higher class part of town.
I don't know why I never realized he was probably quite rich, considering his clothes are always brand new and he drives a fricken charger. Like, even if I worked two jobs and had my parents help me out, I still couldn't afford a charger. That's saying something.
As I drove, the houses started getting bigger and more, I don't know, glamorous almost. No ones lawn was even just a little out of place, the fences were high and sharp looking, and exspensive cars filled their driveways.
I drove slowly through the neighborhood carefully checking my phone to see if the address was close.
I finally pulled up to a huge, clinically white house with tons of wooded landscaping, which made it seem more like some kind of doctor's office or law building, rather than a house. To be honest, it was intimidating.
I parked and trudged up to the front door feeling super nervous for some reason. I felt so out of my element here.
I rang the doorbell and prayed that it was just him, not his parents. I was definately not ready to meet them today. Or...Probably ever. Ha.
Only a few short moments later Aaron opened the door. "Hi-"
I was immediately pulled through the door and into a tight hug. "Hey Aaron." I chuckled breathlessly into the side of his shoulder.
"Hi, I'm sorry about earlier, really." He mumbled into my neck. I ignored how much I thoroughly enjoyed having his mouth there and shrugged.
"It's okay, I just don't get why you left so quickly without talking to me." I said. He sighed and pulled back to look at me. "I'll explain in a minute, but first, would you like a tour?" he asked with a smile.
"Sure." I mumbled. I tried not to sound nervous but he noticed. "It's okay Chloe my parents aren't here, like usual it's just me, so come on." he said and grabbed my hand.
"This is the livingroom." he said and lead my through a large arch doorway into a room that could have easily fit two of my own livingrooms. Everything was super white, even the floor was some kind of white stone tile. The ceiling was very high, with a few windows scattered around to give off just a bit of light here and there.
A chrome fireplace sat in the middle of the room with three pale leather sofas gathered around. Countless modern style paintings were covering the walls.
"Um...Wow." I mumbled, taking everything in. "Yeah, I know." he said and next lead me down a hall. The kitchen was similar to the rest of the house, very white, very modern, and really cold. He showed me a couple other rooms like an office, a bathroom and a small guest room, before heading towards a grand staircase.
He went to climb the stairs but I stopped and pointed. "You have a...Chandelier?" I whispered. I'm not sure why I whispered, the house just felt more like a museum, beautiful, clean, and full of paintings and vases.
Like you couldn't be too loud. But it certainly didn't feel like a home. It was cold and unfeeling, there were no family pictures or clutter.
He shrugged, eyeing the chandelier vaguely. "Mh hm, let's go upstairs, I'll show you my room." he said and gave my hand a tug. I stopped my staring and followed him to the second floor.
There wasn't much else upstairs other than guest rooms, bathrooms and his parent's bedroom, (Which he skipped over). His bedroom was on the very end of the hall, kind of secluded from the rest.
"It might be a bit messy, I forbid Claudia from cleaning it." he said. "Claudia?" I asked. "The maid." He said and opened the door. He has a maid, go figure.
