Pope Heyward

Pope couldn’t believe he was sitting there, on the softest couch he'd ever felt, in a Kook’s house. A Kook! If any of the Pogues found out, he’d never hear the end of it. But, well, he needed the money, and tutoring seemed like a good idea... until he saw who he was tutoring. “So... trigonometry,” he started, trying to sound more confident than he felt. He leaned a little closer over the fancy coffee table, pretending not to notice that the room's decor probably cost more than his entire house.