Page 32 of Teacher's Pet
Feet. A body.
“Oh my god.”
I looked at Landon, wide-eyed. “You psycho! No wonder you don’t want the cops involved. Sicko.”
He frowned, walking closer. I backed away as he opened the trunk wider.
Big brown eyes stared back at us. A student: young, maybe eighteen, with messy black hair.
He pulled off his headphones slowly, looking from left to right, as if taking us in.
“Are you okay?” I asked.Did I really care?He was dressed in clothes that were way too expensive for a kid his age.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he said, smiling like this was normal.
“Good? What the hell are you doing in my trunk?” Landon snapped.
I glared at him.
“Seriously? I didn’t kidnap him!”
The guy laughed. “Relax, hot stuff. I’m hiding from my bodyguard. He’s probably freaking out right now, but that’s what he gets for being an asshole.”
Slurring. Oh yeah, drunk.
Super fucking drunk.
Landon glared at him, his phone blowing up with calls.
“Fuck. I can’t deal with this. What’s your bodyguard’s number?”
“Fuck that. I’m not giving it to you.”
“What??”
I wanted no part of this. Slowly, I stepped back, the darkness swallowing me while Landon and the drunk pretty boy argued.
Not my problem. At all.
My problem was in the house at the top of the hill.
It was dark enough for me to slip away without being noticed. I could still hear Landon’s voice fading behind me as I made my way up.
***
The house was… huge. How could he afford this? Is that why he’s with his wife, because she’s loaded?
A cheater and agold digger?
Against the dark forest, the place glowed, warm light spilling from the windows.
It was slightly uphill. I kept close to the road, but far enough not to be seen.
As I got closer, I saw it was cabin-like, with hardwood siding, a stone fireplace, and a big front porch lined with windows.
No visible cameras. Not that I was about to walk up to the front door like an idiot.
I circled to the back. There was a five-foot fence, easy to hop.
