The directions Aaron sent me weren't too far from school. By the address I knew that he lived in the higher class part of town.
I don't know why I never realized he was probably quite rich, considering his clothes are always brand new and he drives a fricken charger. Like, even if I worked two jobs and had my parents help me out, I still couldn't afford a charger. That's saying something.
As I drove, the houses started getting bigger and more, I don't know, glamorous almost. No ones lawn was even just a little out of place, the fences were high and sharp looking, and exspensive cars filled their driveways.
I drove slowly through the neighborhood carefully checking my phone to see if the address was close.
I finally pulled up to a huge, clinically white house with tons of wooded landscaping, which made it seem more like some kind of doctor's office or law building, rather than a house. To be honest, it was intimidating.
I parked and trudged up to the front door feeling super nervou...