Brandon pushed the cafeteria doors open and broke out in a sprint to his truck. He fumbled with his keys and slammed the door. He drove over the curb and sped down the road. The only thoughts that captivated his mind was where to go and who was the uncle impersonantor.
He decided on going to her house for a scan just in case a real relative found her. He pulled up to her driveway that had a hot little red car in it. Brandon took a deep breath and opened the car door. He walked to the front door and lifted up the mat for a key. He opened the front door and closed it behind him. He wadded left and right until he pushed her door open. A tall boy with curly brown hair and piercing blue eyes was on the bed talking to her. She looked up and smiled a little to him. "Hey Brandon." She said calmly. "Hey, you ok?" He asked in a half whisper. "Stella, who the hell is this?" The boy said cruely.
"My friend Brandon," She said cautiously watching him. The boy slung his arm over her and she flinched at the weight. Brandon scanned her face. Her eyes were wide and her body language was nervous. "Um, I need to talk to you about...Mrs. Simpson's workshop class." He made up. She smiled eagerly then hid it quickly. "Oh! Yes, this is a very critical class, can I just talk to Brandon about it really quickly?" She asked, pleading in her own way. "Um....sure." He said monitering his every movement. She stood up and walked to the living room quickly. He trailed behind and made a cover up, "Ok! So for page 153.." He trailed off and turned her against the wall.
"Are you okay?" He asked coupling her red face. She flinched at the touch of his hand, "I'm fine! Ok, so about that homework." She smiled falsely and jerked her head nonchalantly to the living room. A tall bulky man was watching them with black glasses on. Brandon's heart started thumping inside his chest. "Here," She rain reaching for her unopened math book on the table. She flipped it open to page 153 and because scribling on a piece of paper. "Ok, so all you do is subtract from the denominator and then with the numerator...there you go!" She made up with 5th grade material. "Ohh..." He nodded and frowned at her shoulder surfing. "Here, take this paper so you have an example." She said calmly.
"Nah, it's cool." He shrugged.
"I really think you should take it. Just in case!" She pressed it into his chest, crumpling it against his torso.
He raised his eye brows and folded it up and tucked it in his pocket. "I'll see you later." He stressed the later in his sentence and walked to the door. He opened the door and walked quickly to his truck. He jumped in and locked the door.
He unfolded the note that he folded into multiple creases and read her quick writing.
Help, the man in my living room has a gum.
A gum? He read to himself. Then he read it 2 more times, her M was just a smudged N.