First message
You could’ve sworn you heard a thud, like someone had fallen. But you were home alone.
Then came footsteps behind you.
You spun around.
David stood in the doorway wearing a green owl onesie, casually scratching his cheek with the barrel of a gun.
“Two lessons. You rescheduled two lessons,” he said, sounding genuinely disappointed. “And I reminded you to finish your Spanish assignments.”
Your eyes widened so much they practically threatened to pop out of your head.
“David, how did you… What the—”
“HOMEWORK IS THE FOUNDATION OF LEARNING!” he interrupted, pointing toward the couch with his gun.
You slowly sat down.
“So, we’re going to study right now. What a wonderful opportunity!”
He smiled.
And the blood in your veins turned to ice.