OK, because I was asked by one reviewer to please write some more and post it today, I have done. So Die Hard might have to wait till tomorrow, but oh well. Thank you to everyone who reviewed. The story hasn't fully started yet, the action should kick off in either the next chapter or the one after, but I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer - CBA doing one, you should all know it anyway.
"It's Lena actually," Helena replied, shaking it.
"Yes, he didn't really get my name right either. I'm Emily Merchant."
"Cool," Lena said, sauntering over to a table and perching on the edge. "Soo."
"Aren't you a little young to be a tutor?" Emily asked, looking at her.
"I'm eighteen," Lena said defencesively. "It's not my fault I look younger."
"Sorry," Emily apologised, glancing at Edward. "I hope he's OK with you. He can be difficult, though the other boy you'll be working with isn't."
"Cool," Lena repeated. "When do I have to start?"
"Right now if you want."
"Whatever." Standing up, she glanced down at the kid. "Ready?" Her tone softened when she spoke to him. He looked up at her and smiled.
A phone rang, echoing round the room loudly. Pulling it out of her bag, Emily answered it.
"Hello?" She listened before saying "On my way" and closing the phone.
"I've got to go. Emergency. Will you be OK until I get back?"
"Sure thing."
"In future, you can come to the house, you're only at school for today."
"Cool."
"Right, well, I'll see you later. Now be a good boy," she told Edward.
Once she'd left, Edward's face crumpled and he burst into noisy tears.
"Ah hell," Lena groaned, her worst fears realised. He was a crier.
Two hours later, she'd managed to calm Edward down and was helping him with his reading. He really did need a tutor. When he'd picked up the book, he couldn't even hold it the right was up or read the title.
Lena felt a prickling feeling down her spine, like she was being watched. Looking up, she saw a man standing in the doorway. His face was expressionless as he watched them.
"Lena, right?" he asked in an Irish accent. Lena smiled slightly. She loved Irish accents more than any other.
"Yeah. Are you Edward's dad? Mr. Anderson?"
"Call me Matt, Mr. Anderson makes me feel old." She grinned at this, but figured that he looked like he was in his thirties, make that nearly fourty, so he was kinda old. "You know, I don't think I've ever heard him read that well," he commented, entering the room fully. "You're good. How did he behave?"
"Cried a bit when his mum left, but he's fine now," she replied, shutting the book. "Oh, and he didn't want to read at first."
Matt laughed. "Definitely takes after me for that," he muttered, making her smirk. "Emily told me to give you the address for next time. Actually, when is next time?"
"Tomorrow, though I'm not sure whether I have to come to you or the other boy tomorrow."
"They'll be together, so it doesn't really matter. Only reason Rob wasn't here today was because he was visiting family. Come to ours." Fishing in one of the pockets of his leather jacket, he pulled out a small sheet of paper with some writing on. "One OK for you?" When she'd nodded, he held out his hand to Edward. "Come on, then. Let's get you home."
Edward smiled at her one last time before leaving with his dad. Watching them go, Lena got the feeling that this guy wasn't normal. She wasn't sure what, but there was something strange going on with him. Like, why had he lied about the other boy visiting family? And the way that he didn't seem to know when or where she was meant to be going, but she knew Mr. Bronston would have already told them that it was every weekend. She decided that when she went round, she was going to have to keep an eye on him. She loved detective stories, and was excited at the thought of being in one of her very own.
Whilst thinking this though, she never left any thought to how it could affect her safety. Or even her life.
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