Sorry for the delay, real life has been distracting me.
Thanks to Mrs Agget for being my beta x
I own nothing.
JPOV
I was so confused at his change of mood, I cleaned up the kitchen quickly then left to make my way to Chef McCarty's lesson.
I was distracted through the whole lesson. I made stupid mistakes that had Chef glaring at me.
"Hale!" Chef snapped at me as my Green Thai curry was about to boil over.
"Sorry Chef," I sighed as I pulled it quickly from the heat.
It wasn't a total disaster. I still gained top marks, much to the disgust of Mike Newton. What the fuck was he still doing here anyway?
I dragged my tense body on weary feet to my truck. I threw in my whites and slumped behind the wheel, frustrated that my vision was impaired by a piece of white paper under my wiper. Must they litter everyones cars with stupid flyers?
I leant out of the window and pulled on the paper, then turned it over in my hand. It wasn't a flyer, it was an envelope. My heart pounded as I saw the word Jazz written on the front in elegant script.
I ripped it open and pulled out a folded piece of paper.
Jazz,
17 Gleneagles Drive
Be there at 9.
Don't be late!
Chef
I smiled and folded the note, placing it in my pocket.