Thread: Out of School Lessons (Niah & Bevatoria)

C'mon, man. Your folks might be willing to put up with your shit, but I'm not. You know you don't have any money. With a sigh, Chase Holtz let the silence linger before responding. For all of the things his parents couldn't get him to do, his best friend, Daniel, was very able to get through to him. I'm not saying you have to go along with it. He continued. Just do the minimum to avoid getting tossed, and then once this year is done then you can figure your shit out. Yeah, yeah. Chase responded. For as much as he was pretending not to listen, the fact was that Daniel was one of the few people he respected. Listen, I'll handle it. Aight. Later. With that, the conversation ended, and Chase flopped down onto his bed, muttering expletives under his breath. Fucking school making me get a fucking tutor. He was sure he didn't need one. Not really. But his parents had insisted. And when he'd responded with his retort - I only have to listen to one of you. - his Dad has told him to get the fuck into his room and wait. He'd been planning on doing that anyways. The person who answered Ally's knock, Julia , opened the door with a resigned look on her face, instantly turning to a small smile when she saw who it was. Hello there. You must be the tutor the school has sent for us. Opening the door wider, she ushered the new guest in. I'm Julia. After a beat, she spoke again, softly. That's a lovely necklace you're wearing. The older woman was dressed simply in a red blouse and dark shorts, with the hint of a matching tank top peeking out underneath. Turning inside, she raised her voice. Michael? Can you let Chase know his tutor is here? A somewhat older, gruff voice responded, and soon a taller, dark haired man bounded up a set of stairs visible from the entryway, and only the sound of a couple of knocks on the door were heard downstairs as Julia led Ally into the kitchen. Do you need anything to drink? She asked. Water, juice, anything like that? Soon afterwards, she led her into the study, which had a table set up with a couple of chairs, as the older blonde woman grabbed a laptop computer and folded it closed. I...don't know how much the school told you, but Chase will be very resistant to the idea of being taught by someone his own age. She tried to smile as she continued to clear things off, eventually placing several pens and some paper on the table, along with an overstuffed backpack that clearly wasn't hers. Still, despite what he'll try to impress upon you, don't be fooled he is a very...bright boy. Bright, and resistant to being scolded by someone who wasn't his mother , she thought to herself. A moment later, Chase was led into the room, his gaze downcast and defiant as his father stood behind him with his arms folded. Julia attempted to keep up the pretense of a 'happy' family. There! Chase, this is Ally. Allly.... He motioned to him. Chase. The disgruntled high school student scowled before looking up at her. For a moment, his eyes had something resembling interest, and he sighed. Fine. Can you guys bail so we can get this over with? Julia bit back a sigh and left with a sad look on her face, as Michael - clearly the father - put his hand on Chase's shoulder. Remember what we talked about. Soon, the two 'students' were left alone, and Chase scowled, settling into one of the two chairs as he went through the motions of opening his backpack. The moment the door shut behind them, he smirked a bit, settling his eyes on Ally. Well, at least you're hot. Chase was wearing a short sleeved denim shirt - unbuttoned to reveal a white tank top underneath. Clearly the denim shirt was some misguided nod to modesty as the exercise shorts he was wearing with it didn't exactly go with the denim...but it did show off a very fit, strong body which was now settling into the chair, slouching as he looked at Ally.