When Michael got home the clock ticked five eighteen. The house was completely empty-bellied, except for a note on the counter.

mike,
Went to chaffer Aunt Marlow and your new full cousin. Left in a bit of a hurry, should be home on Lord's Day. Hope you enjoy the weekend without the girls, I know how they aggravate you. Have fun but no political party please. I do expect you to be a slight good than Dana…
Dad

He read the distinction absent-mindedly and went up to his room. He threw his back pack down and dropped to his bed, forgetting everything except sopor. That was the sole thing he wanted. He passed out as the clock ticked off five twenty three.

The phone of the doorbell awoke a Michael gently cursing his self and whoever was at the door. Once he opened the door he groaned and scratched his middle, desperately trying to awaken up. Zoë something stood smiling sheepishly on the stone's throw, her rucksack over one shoulder joint and her math notebook clasped in one hand. She smiled when he opened the door though it quickly was replaced with a font of concern.
"Michael… sorry did I wake you up ? ? You didn't show up, so I looked you up online and saw that story about… I'll go. I'm sorry for bothering you !"

"No, no ! Please, Zoë, stay. I'm sorry I just… had something happen after school and it wore me down pretty tough. seed in, I'll grab my Word bag and we can get started. You can quell right ? ‘ kay, I'll be right back"He gestured for her to come inside as she started back down the footmark. She stepped in a bit nervously. Kicking off her shoes on the tile entryway the two stepped into the gravid sustenance way. The paries were painted white, all just pure white. The den was carpet, a dilute gold that felt blue-blooded under one's animal foot. There were two couches and two love seats, all arranged around a flat blind TV mounted on a storage locker of varnished cherry wood and a matching board within reach of all backside. Off of the den were the unopen room access of Michael's father's office, and directly in front of the room access through the den was the black tile of the kitchen. Separating the den and the kitchen was a bar of wickedness knockout wood, with three bar lighting dangling down from the ceiling. A twosome of sports fan lazily spun above the gold carpeting. Zoë kept herself from commenting on the luxuriousness of the home as Michael escorted her into the den.
"I'm sorry about his lieu, it's a bit big… here we can work on the table. I'll just go up and get my bag… I'll be flop back I promise."As he made his way slowly up the steps he remembered something else and turned.

"supporter yourself to anything in the fridge, or a crapulence of water… anything you need."With that he disappeared from opinion. Zoë dropped her bag on one of the couch and gazed around. Her theatre was semi large, but had all cozy furniture. This place was like the base of a magnate, filled with things idle and unseen by the owner. She walked into the kitchen, wanting for a shabu of pee. When her feet touched the tile she shivered, the cold of the tile seeming exactly like the cold of the house. Zoë vaguely wondered how Michael could be here. She opened up a few console and was once again greeted by the hollow face of luxury, chinaware and wine-coloured field glass looking back at her from within their cabinet. The doors of the locker were all glass, allowing her see somewhat inside. Opening one she found the exact opposite of everything she had seen so far. Sitting in the back corner on the bottom shelf of one of the cabinets she found two charge card loving cup, a package of paper home and some cheap silverware. There was cipher else inside. Grabbing one of the cups she shut the console and looked around realizing that it was the cabinet that held the coffee mugs and the dishrags.

Filling the cup with ice cubes and H2O Zoë made her way back to the table, walking slowly over the grim tile and looking around at everything once again. The ceilings were all mellow above her head, while everything on the terra firma was chrome or clean, absolutely no trace of human life in the home at all. She heard footsteps on the step as Michael came down with his backpack in his hand. He had wiped his face and brushed his dentition, or so it appeared. He stopped at the tail of the steps as Zoë smiled at him. For Michael something about the way Zoë looked, walking off of the pitch-black roofing tile into the den with both hands clasped around her cup that set him off like a tuning crotch. He returned the smiling sleepily and joined her on the way to the couches. The two sat down on the first sofa, the light brown leather crinkling under their combined exercising weight.
"All right so what did you need help with ?"

At eight thirty the two were near done with their studies. Deciding a falling out was in ordination they journeyed to the kitchen and refilled their drink. Michael pulled a liter of lemonade from the electric refrigerator and filled his, watching as Zoë filled her cup with ice and pee. As she waited for the water to fill up Michael looked over her, admiring what he saw. Zoë stood about five foot five, with tenacious dark brown fuzz and a very passably face. She was wearing a Louis Harold Gray jersey and a pair maroon and white Nike shorts that complemented her well. Her eyes were each dissimilar, a stunning combining of green hazel tree and ice blue. Her titty were middling sizing, Michael guessed, about a 36 C or bigger. He found his center wandering take down to her ass, and a very fine ass it was. Michael shook his caput as he bean comparing her to blush wine, shutting down that voice of his mind and putting the lemonade back in the fridge. She turned and smiled at him, walking across and sitting on the bar while setting her ft on one of the dejection. He had already told her that his parents were gone to see his aunt, so she had relaxed. Zoë had also realized how he cared for the mansion. On one of her abbreviated trips to the toilet she had seen his room, a neat minuscule room that looked so utterly normal it had caused her to smile. Michael tried half heartedly to smile back but the attempt quickly failed. He sat down on a bar stood next to her.

"Michael…"At the sound of Zoë's voice he snapped up. She was looking down at him with ha genuine concern, almost pity in her oculus."Are you okay ? You've been either really tired or really sad this whole time. I feel sort of bad for asking you to do this when you really don't seem like you want to…"She looked away from his falsely attentive gaze, the sheepishness returning as she spoke.

"Zoë I really am enjoying this solid thing. I don't like math but you're making it a lot of fun."Michael jumped up on the bar and sat next to her, trying not to search directly into her eyes."I just… I made a mistake and… I'm sorry you really don't want to hear about this."He took a sip of his drink, the sour sweet taste of the drink waking him up slowly.

"No please… just secern me ! It's okay… I wont say anything I promise. If it helps… tell me."Michael looked lazily at Zoë against his own will. He wanted her. He wanted to see something in those eye besides pity.

"I made the mistake of… hooking up… with a freshman. A girl who is always a totality bitch. I thought I saw something different in her I guess. Then today… her friend went to slap me and I stopped her. I got a little mad… I got mad enough to cuss her four friends out and call up the one who slapped me a c… a slut… and now she doesn't want anything to do with me. It's over because I lost myself for a import. After an entire yr of being hit and poked and prodded and she just left off because I got mad… Now I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I know I didn't have a go at it her or anything like that. I just thought maybe she felt something for me. Not hump. I didn't want her love."Michael trailed off as he realized how dazed he sounded, taking another sip of lemonade.

Zoë put her hand on his second joint, not really think to be anything More than a console gesture.
"Michael… don't worry about her. She was probably just using you ! You deserve person better than that… Michael smell at me."Zoë gently grabbed his chin and pulled his eyes around."I have only known you today, and you are so much near than that. Just draw a blank her."He looked at her for a bit before smiling, the showtime genuine smile he had given her that night. She smiled back, a perfect smile that instantly warmed his pump.

"phone call me Mike. ”