Here is how it goes.

Ch. 2

*DingDong* the chimes in my house ring.

*DingDong* again they go off.

What is that noise!? I think to my self. Oh duh it's the door bell. Weird. No one ever comes to my house. Ever.

"Chloe! I know you are home!" I hear a voice in the com talking.

As I rush down the stairs as quickly as possible without slipping. I slide through the hall and finally pull open the door. To see my father?

"Um hello? Derek what are you doing here?"

"I told you to call me Dad! Anyway we will work on that later. Right now I came to tell you that the Law Firm that represents my company just called. Johnson, the firms partner and name sake told me that his son goes to your school. He is falling behind in his studies and he needs someone to help his son stay on track so he can take over the Firm in a few years. I told him that you are almost through and that you would love to keep his son on track."

"Derek I'd love too but-"

"No buts about it! I'm glad you are so willing to help! And don't worry, his son won't be too hard to manage! I'll send him over in 1 hour and you guys can get started right away!" Without another word my Father turns his back to the door and walks straight back out to the drive way, hops in his fancy black car and drives away. Not even a good bye. Oh well I guess I have 1 hour to figure out how to make a rich boy graduate Law school.

I walk back in and over to my office. I grab a pen, a note pad and take them out into the dining room. I figure we can study at the table. I just need to figure out where he is and how to help him study.

Then I go into the kitchen, grab an apple and decide to wait.

45 minutes later I hear a car pull up in the drive way. I walk to the front door and look out. There it is, his wonderful Porsche. It's navy blue and of course nothing less would do. As his door opens I wonder who it could possible be. Do I know him? Have I seen him around?

Then he stands up and I see his dark poop colored hair. His ugly baby barf green shirt. His jeans that showed just how skinny his legs are. His skin tone the color of a hairless cat that got a little too much sun. His vans that showed how small his feet are for a guy. It was him. The guy who was most likely a walking std. The one and only. Hunter Andrews.