(Zyair)
It's now Tuesday, and I was presently at home after a long day at school. Jet didn't come to class yesterday, and it made me wonder why. I was busy trying to come up with a plan as to what I wanted to teach in class the next day when I heard the doorbell rang.
Since I was in the living room, I got up and made my way towards it before Drew could. He was busy cooking, so I didn't want to disturb him.
When I opened the door, Jet was standing there without a shirt on and my mouth began to water at the sight.
That's not the only thing though, he had a bandage wrapped around his head, letting me know that he had gotten hurt. I told him to come in which he did.
“What happened to your head?” I asked, not liking the fact that he got hurt, and I wasn't there to take care of him.
