I raced out of school and straight to Declan's car. Thanks to the fact that the teacher liked to talk nonstop and couldn't answer a simple question I had without rambling, I was now going to be late meeting Jaxon for his first tutoring session.
Out of breath, I raced into the bookstore and made a mad dash for the back. All the tables were occupied, and none of them by Jaxon. I glanced around frantically, my heart sinking. He'd left. I fumbled to get my cell phone from my pocket to check the time.
"Chloe, over here."
I whipped around to find Jaxon lounging on the small couch situated in a reading alcove. I exhaled with relief and made my way toward him. Dropping my backpack onto the floor, I sank onto the couch, which was a lot softer than it looked. The cushions dipped, and I tilted toward Jaxon. I quickly righted myself, but not before he got a good chuckle.
"You seem frazzled," he said, his voice all smooth confidence.