Misunderstood (A Neighbor from Hell YA #1) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,52
as she tried to grab the pillow back so that she could slap some sense into him.
“So, I have a question,” Jonathan said, just as Mikey gave up trying to steal his pillow back and eyed the one on Jonathan’s bed across the room. “Where did you go with Mrs. Blaine today?”
“How do you know about that?” Sebastian asked, shooting his brother a questioning look.
“I know all,” Jonathan said in an ominous voice that had Mikey rolling her eyes as she snatched the pillow from Sebastian and–
“Why must love hurt?” Jonathan mumbled with a heartfelt sigh as he tossed the pillow that had slammed him in the face only seconds earlier, aside.
“It will hurt worse if you don’t start talking,” Mikey said, already reaching for the pillow again.
“Fine,” Jonathan sighed, making sure to sound put out as he grabbed the pillow before she could get her hands on it and shoved it behind his head as he settled in more comfortably. “Joshua saw you pushing Mrs. Blaine toward the baseball fields after school.”
“She wanted to talk to me about something,” Sebastian said, shrugging it off as Mikey sat there, unable to help but frown.
“Doesn’t she normally glare at you?” Mikey pointed out.
Sebastian opened his mouth to answer her only to frown when Jonathan said, “She’s been asking about you again.”
“Again?” they both asked, zeroing in on that one word.
Reaching over, Jonathan plucked the iPad out of his brother’s hands with a shrug. “She’s always asking about you.”
“Since when?” Sebastian asked, unable to help but frown.
“She’s always asking Mom and Dad how you’re doing, what you’re studying, if you want to go back to school, what your plans are after high school,” Jonathan said before adding with a shrug, “the usual.”
“Why does she care if he wants to go back to school?” Mikey asked only to notice the way that Sebastian was frowning.
“What is it?” Mikey asked, shifting to get more comfortable next to him.
“She asked why I haven’t applied to Latin Scribe,” he admitted on a sigh.
“Mom and Dad would be pissed if they found out that she was offering to pay for your tuition,” Jonathan said with a snort of disbelief.
“She didn’t offer to pay for my tuition. She just asked me a question,” Sebastian pointed out.
“Are you sure?” Jonathan asked, sending his brother a questioning look.
“Yes!”
“And if she offered…”
“She’s not paying for my tuition,” Sebastian bit out, looking understandably pissed and she didn’t need to ask him to know why.
He would either figure it out on his own or he wouldn’t go.
It was as simple as that.
“What else did you talk about?” Mikey asked, hoping to change the subject for Sebastian’s sake. He had enough on his mind without adding this to it.
With one last glare at his brother, Sebastian looked at her as he said, “Not much. She wants me to come by in the morning.”
“Why?” she asked as he reached over and plucked his iPad out of his brother’s hands.
“I honestly have no idea,” Sebastian said with a sigh as he went back to figuring out how he was going to fix everything, which was something that she wished she could do for him.
Chapter 22
“Damn it,” Sebastian said, sighing heavily as he glanced down at his watch. He was running late, but it couldn’t be helped.
After he’d walked Mikey, who’d been strangely quiet this morning, to school, he’d ended up helping Aunt Kasey load a catering order into the van. Once he was done, he ran back inside and downloaded an application to Latin Scribe High School only to run into their first obstacle.
They needed their parents’ permission just to send in the application. He’d been hoping that they could apply and wait to see if they got accepted before they told their parents. He didn’t want their parents stressing out over the tuition. If they couldn’t get scholarships, then there really wasn’t any point in telling them. He’d just have to figure something else out, Sebastian thought as he let himself inside and–
“You’re late,” Mrs. Blaine said as soon as he opened the front door.
“Sorry. I had to help Aunt Kasey,” he said only to add, “It won’t happen again,” when her eyes narrowed dangerously on him as she reached for her cane.
With a sniff, Mrs. Blaine said, “Don’t let it happen again,” as she gestured for Steven only to frown when she looked back at Sebastian. “Where’s your suit?”
“My suit?” Sebastian said, following her gaze to take in his long-sleeved shirt and jeans.