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The way home had been extremely uncomfortable for Sebastian, who prayed that everything that was happening was a nightmare and that Nathaniel would not actually be his tutor. Sadly, no matter how many times he pinched his arm, he didn't wake up from such a horrible dream. Although he had believed that his day had not been as bad as the previous ones, at that moment he regretted having thought too soon about it. Perhaps, luck was not on his side this time.

Nathaniel walked alongside him with his hands in his pockets, keeping his eyes on the road, probably lost in thought. From time to time Nathaniel would glance at him for a few seconds before returning his gaze to the street, doing little checks on the boy to observe his attitude. However, the raven did not know what to say or how to act because, due to the great history that he had with the boy, he was somewhat ashamed, adding that his life was not as interesting as telling him something. Although, he also thought that it was not worth talking to him and it was better to keep silence before starting another discussion.

The silvery-haired guy didn't bother to speak to him either as he seemed to enjoy the lack of sounds between them, simply enjoying the melody of passing cars and the rubbing of leaves on the trees. He constantly looked at the sky and, although Sebastian waited for him to stumble by not looking at the ground, the boy did not make any stumble in his walk, which annoyed the older one for looking "perfect", knowing he was far from it.

Because, if he wasn't perfect, then no one could be. And Nathaniel even less.

They did not take long to reach their destination, the oldest being the one who, without bothering to inform his classmate, entered the front garden of one of the large structures.

"Do you live here?" Asked the youngest as Sebastian began to advance along the stone path that led to the front door.

Without any doubt, from outside the house you could see that the black-haired's family had a lot of money. It looked like a mansion because of how big it was, and it probably really was one.

The walls were painted white, and although it was a color that could easily get dirty, there was no dark stain to be found with naked eye. The structure consisted of three floors and encompassed its entire visual panorama. The windows were gleaming, gleaming from the rays hitting the glass. The bushes that adorned the outline of the house were shaped like a square or circle, with no branches protruding from the figure. He could also notice that there were cameras above the door and on the edges. He wondered if they were really in operation or were only part of the decoration, because, although you could tell the richness just by looking at the house, it seemed to be in a fairly safe area.

At that moment Nathaniel understood the senior's cocky personality. He knew perfectly well that the boy had money, as he used to wear designer clothes and most of his belongings were quite expensive. He was a perfect fit for high society, with his aristocratic image above all others and a bearing that reflected being born on a silver tray. He didn't have to see much to know and recognize the type of person he would be dealing with for the next two months.

"No," he replied, looking at him over his shoulder. "I just like to enter other people's houses as if they were my own." The sarcasm left Sebastian's lips in a way too poisonous, showing his annoyance. "Are you coming?"

"I'm sorry."

He took long strides to get to the door quickly, past Sebastian, who only followed him with his eyes before entering and closing the door behind him.

Nathaniel stared around the room, amazed at the fine furniture that adorned it. The great room appeared to be forty square meters or even more. He wondered why it would be necessary to have such an open space, concluding that only those of high social status would find it useful. Several reddish sofas of velvety material were around, giving a more elegant touch to the huge room. Several small glass tables stood beside the armchairs, where empty vases were displayed. The floor was covered with a very large carpet of the same color as the furniture, which, to his surprise, was in very good condition and without any trace of dust. Finally, a rather large chandelier hung from the ceiling, finishing off that too expensive image.

There were three connections from the room, the stairs to the bottom that divided into two paths: one leading to the left and the other to the right and then ending in a corridor. In addition, two doors connected to the sides. However, one of them was closed and the other half-closed, not allowing him to see much.

But what mainly caught the attention of the silver-haired guy was the lack of photographs. The only thing adorning the huge white walls were landscape paintings and a large fireplace to the right next to the door that was, at the time, closed. He wondered why there were no photos hanging, knowing that the older one was too narcissistic not to have pictures of him everywhere. Or he didn't have family photos to post.

Perhaps it was due to the lack of photographs or the silence in that large house that the atmosphere in the living room was too muted, without any hint of homeliness.

Sebastian stomped his foot hard on the ground to catch Nathaniel's attention, who was exalted at the sound. The jet kept crossed his arms next to the stairs, waiting for the minor to stop looking at the place and follow him. Their gazes connected for a few seconds before the silver-haired man walked towards him. Sebastian turned around, going up the left path, facing the hall where his room was located. He could hear the other's footsteps advancing behind him, knowing that he was following a couple of steps down.