Unlikely ✓

Twenty-Two: Cross My Heart

POV: Zen Teller

The past few days had been a scramble of me trying to talk Davis into not murdering me.

Nathan helped a bit but I still have lost driving privileges again and had to work on paying for the car to be fixed.  Fair enough.

I had to be dropped off at work by Davis every time.  Listening to D&D podcasts or if it was a day he worked too it was a never-ending loop of stocks and financial TedTalks.

"I'm walking home.  It's a half-day anyway so you don't have to mess up your lunch break."

Davis rules it over before nodding.  "Fine, but make sure Mock cleans the hair dye out of the shower."

That should be fun and a task I would probably just do myself since it would be easier.

"Deal, see ya," I grabbed my stuff and jumped out of the car.

"Love you too Dad!" He yelled in a sarcastic tone.

"Get over yourself, love you too blah blah blah," I yelled back.

Inside I helped out with Mrs. Barks' classroom.  Technically it was the library, but you get the point.

The few stacks of books I reshelved before helping to get everything ready for the first group of kids.

Today I was leading the storytime and we all were able to vote, Percy Jackson it was.  I read to the group and even had a kid in a bright orange shirt help me with a few of the pages.

It was a nice day and compared to the few days of being too 'sick' to go into my own school I couldn't avoid it completely.

I had to go tomorrow and take several exams I didn't even think about studying for yet.  My days had been consisting of sleeping, working, and sleeping to pass the time until I saw Nathan and showered him in kisses.

I'm still not sure how he talked his parents into letting him go to work and call out of school.  Yeah, he still worked on the assignments at home but just saying to clean the house and doing more chores like that actually worked?

Hell for me I told Davis I just walk the dog.

"We don't have a dog," Davis deadpanned.

I shrugged looking over at Mock, he was close enough but people might get the wrong idea if I put him on a leash.

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When I got home from work I was too sweaty and gross to realize the unfamiliar car parked in the driveway or the giggles from upstairs.

I ignored it and went down to my room and showered.  At least I could get a few hours of studying if I focused hard enough.

"Yeah right," I chuckled out.

I walked out in my towel and grabbed clean clothes.  Even though it was cold out I put on a serial killer t-shirt, black basketball shorts, and a horror story channel hoodie that had seen better days.

Let's just say I was going for comfort rather than fashion.

On my way upstairs I heard the doorbell ring followed by a knock on the front door.

Opening the basement door into the kitchen, Mock sat casually on the counter.  Kicking his feet as he smiled over at—Jax?

"Oh we are so having this conversation," I muttered to them before going to get the door.

There wasn't anyone there, just a small package that I quickly grabbed.  The raindrops decorated the top of it as I sat it on the counter.

"Not to intrude but I need a pair of scissors," I muttered.  From the looks of things they were trying to cook but I'm not sure either knew how to make toast without burning it.