Page 31 of Teacher's Pet
“Are you sure this is the right place?” He sighed, peering out the window. “It’s a house in the middle of nowhere… kinda creepy.”
“Yes, it’s his,” I said, already unbuckling. Landon reached over, grabbing my seatbelt before I could get out, giving me this weird look.
He glanced at his phone, letting out a deep exhale.
“Listen, Ryan. I don’t care if you wanna get dicked down by some dude you met online, but you know I can’t just leave you here, right?”
I scoffed, shaking him off.
A dull thump came from somewhere, but I ignored it.
“Landon, I just needed a ride, not a babysitter. Thanks.”
“Alright, whose house is this at least?”
I kept quiet, already reaching for the car door.
He sighed, then,click, locked me in.
“What the fuck, Landon?”
“What the fuck me? What the fuck you?” he shot back. “Dude, you called me, and I thought maybe you were gonna let me fuck or something, and hey—” He put his hands up, “—okay, you used me for a ride, I respect it. But I’m gonna need a name.”
Another thump.
“What the fuck do you have back there?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
He shrugged. “Just my football equipment…”
He gave me another odd look, “Listen, man, I don’t care. Really. But I don’t wanna be the last person who sees you if you go missing, okay?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not gonna get kidnapped.”
“Might be true. But how would I know that?”
Another thump.
“You got someone tied up back there or something?” I said, watching him.
He rolled his eyes again. The house was far enough from the road that we weren’t exactly suspicious sitting here.
Another thump.
My stomach dropped. What if he actually had a body back there? No wonder he didn’t
want me to go missing, then the cops would have a reason to search his shit.
I gave him a look.
“It’s my football gear,” he repeated.
I kept staring.
“Fine,” he groaned.
He unbuckled, unlocked the doors, and got out. I followed.
When he popped the trunk, I stepped closer, then froze.
