The Teacher.

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rt to see all my money and clothes drenched in it. Walking under the moon with the smell of whiskey and a broken heart is not th

ed her curves, one of the perfumes I had given her, and some jewelry her mother had given her as a birthday present. Ou

r, perhaps say some dirty things in her ear, and finger her until she cried with pleasure. I liked to do it hard without her consent until she was satisfied and begged for more. I told her all of this after our first kiss, and to my surprise, she wasn't shocked or scared. I thought, "Th

lasses because I was blind and hated contact lenses. My body was well worked out, and the hours I spent at the gym for a year helped me win the a

smiling, so I assumed she was happy to know that we would be eating together at a restaurant. After spendi

tand up. I didn't understand what was happening. She grabbed her drink,

g. When I got home, my things were in a suitcase with a note. It turns out she was kicking me out, and her father had fired me from my job. I started working for her father shortly after we started our relationship, and I didn't know he was her father. When I

Kamila's. Now that I think about it, I depended on her a lot. How stupid I've been all this time. For a man who likes to have rough sex, I'd say I'm pretty innocent when it comes to everyday life. Maybe too abs

ou doing here? Stop

ing. Trust me, I'm

und of the little frog breaking reaches my ears and his. The guy screams in d

y favorite figures. Can't you be more caref

em in the market. Don't t

cost more than a thous

ive dollars everywhere. Stop being stubborn

idiot," h

We had been enemies since high school, always arguing over childish things. I went down the science route, and he chose to be an English professor at a prestigious u

gh resignedly. "

ay? I don't thi

elp," I whispe

d you speak up?" he sai

stupid help

you want,

I don't have a job. I need a place to stay

a job in this day and age is if you prostitute yourself, and w

self," I frowned. "Are you goin

work as a substitute science teacher at the university where I work. We n

e a teacher. I can

't, you'll have to sleep under a bridge and cry because you've lost me and the fabulous opportun

want you to driv

there. We both live alone. You have to go to the university tomorrow. I'll se

om being rage-pers

"But no one's left me. Someone

o my room and left the

e would go crazy and start crying. He was a strange child, for many, he was just the kid who was full of love. I remember the students hating him for being the teacher's pet. It never bo

of the few people I liked, kind and a good person. Not like her stupid bo

forgot to mention it,"

er curves, her cute neckline, and the silky hair that drives Jeremias crazy. She's a beautiful woman, I don't know what she's d

ow your car

o go to w

st have a reputation for being a party pooper if I'm going

didn't get tired of going to work, it could be fun. I'm tired of having to deal with so many kids. They can't be much younger than me, after all, I'm not going to a h

nd then made fun of me, they were surprised and usually came back. I never changed my absent-minded personality or my boredo

it looking so bad. Jeremias should wear my glasses, maybe he'll realize how ugly this color is. I sigh, wondering if I should take this disgustin

make the most of their youth. My life wasn't like that. I was in the art club drawing all the objects that came to my mind. I had a teacher who hated that I was there. It was a club without members,

d wearing a flowery dress. She looks beautiful, the dress is long, and her hair is black, tied in a high and well-arranged bun. I put on my best "I'm what you're lo

s an old lady, all wrinkled and looking at me like a pie

substitute teach

e on behalf

suppos

apers to sign and wa

I'll go give my

g for him. Tell him I'd like to have him under my bed.

e, I have to go!

uldn't be hell, but apparently, the secretary has given me a very bad impression of this place. I look at my schedule and lift it. My glasses fall again, and I push them back up with one finger. The life I lea

and worse; I don't seem to be a man. I still look like a kid. I guess

k through the door and see a guy sitting in the back row. He ha

ed, putting my things on the

you think

und three or four years younger than

ld, I'm tw

why did you close the door? Maybe none o

didn't," I confessed. "I

ette. I usually smoke when I'm stressed.

down and shrugged, giving him one. His face transformed into one of surprise, but it didn't last lon

thing isn't f

em like it," h

ook a while to arrive, and the other guy stayed glued to his phone. I didn't pay attention to him; he was not someone who was goin

at awaits me