shit! Is he angry?
“Why are you acting like you’re jealous?” he asked me smiling so I gently pushed him.
“I’m not jealous! Besides, why should I be jealous? I’m better than our science teacher!” When I apologize, he looks away. It’s not really! I’m just annoyed. Why am I here if Ms. Cherry is what he likes? He still had i love you-i love you last night and then it turned out that our science teacher was his favorite. I hope Ms. He only brought cherry to the hotel earlier. Bwisit
“Why do you like that?” He laughed at my question so I snorted. Why is it summer? Why am I doing this? I swear! I’m not really jealous!
“I-I don’t know!” I answered which made him laugh. I can feel my cheeks burning, damn! I don’t really know why I act like this! Im not jealous! Insecure… Maybe? she is sexier than me, prettier than me, she has the same age as teacher and the worst thing is teacher likes her.
But he loves me.
Of course not! That is not true. I shouldn’t have believed what the teacher said last night, if he loved me he wouldn’t hurt me. Ms. He really loves cherry, not me, and I don’t care!
“Seriously? You look like a jealous girlfriend. And I like it.” He winked at me when he said that, causing me to blush even more. It’s just a face but not really!
“You’re right there! I want to go home! Drive now!” I snorted and moved a little away from him. HA! When will I be able to go home safely? Shame! What jealous girlfriend? I hope he knows the word ‘horror’ so that he is aware of what he is going to say.
“Alright…” I thought he was about to leave and move to the driver’s seat but he didn’t because he kissed me. Kissed! Why is it always in the car?! When someone sees us here, I still don’t trust his car window.
“Teacher! Why do you always kiss me in your car?! if someone sees us here!” I said with a threat and pushed him away. Why is everything happening today only with kisses? Could it be a good event? Can I just go home with my brother and mom?
“Why? Do you want me to kiss you on the bed? and don’t worry, no one can see us here. My car is tinted” he winked at me and was about to kiss me again but my hand was too fast and blocked my mouth.
“I want to go home” I said seriously and it was obvious that he liked my seriousness, he sighed secretly before getting out of the passenger seat. Hi. It’s good that he left, maybe if he continues kissing, my future will be ruined.
“Do you want to sit here beside me?” he asked so I quickly shook my head.
“I’m fine here” I answered then adjusted my seat. I will not move next to him, he might caress my thigh again. I still don’t like that feeling, it’s like I’m terrified and the hair on the back of my neck is rising.
“But I want you beside me” he said as if ordering me to get down and move next to him. Sh! t, what am I going to follow? What he wants or what I want?
“Sweetheart…” he called me softly but I could hear his threats. He is giving me a choice but the choice is ‘sit beside me or sit beside me?’ he really knows how to control me.
I sigh. I have no choice. Its either obey him or obey him. his rules must be followed, and i hate the way he manipulates everything. I got out of the car and went to the shotgun seat to sit next to the teacher.
“Smile, sweetheart. Don’t be sad, I’ll kiss later okay?” he said while showing his horrible grin. Why? did I make him angry? Why does his mood seem broken? I followed what he wanted.
It started to drive but I couldn’t fix it. his left hand was holding the steering wheel while his left hand rested on my thigh, it just rested and didn’t move but I couldn’t feel the word ‘okay’ because of his hand.
A few hours passed before we arrived at his house, but before we could even park the car, there was a red car parked in front of us, and there was a woman standing on the side of the car.
It’s like we were just talking about him.
It’s like we were just talking about him.
“A-ahm… I’ll probably come down later” I said to the teacher a bit hesitantly. Im sure, he is celebrating now because the person he likes is here.
“Nope, let’s go out” he said to me then holding my hand but I immediately took it away. Is he crazy? Is he thinking? What will Ms. cherry if he sees us together again? That will be surprising for sure. Because when we met in the past, I had an excuse but now? Nothing. He might say, I’m flirting with the teacher. I know he will give malice to being with the teacher and me.
“Teacher, Ms. Cherry might see me here. I might wonder what she’ll think. You go first, I’ll follow” I explained. I know the teacher doesn’t trust me. I will not run away. We are in the parking lot of his house and his parking lot is next to his house so how can I get out or escape?
“No. We are going to face her, stop arguing with me.” he responded then got out of the car and turned around to open it for me. before I got down, I saw Ms. from the windshield. Cherry running towards the teacher. F’ck! What if he sees me here?
“Hey, where have you been?” he asked the teacher while still approaching so I reached for the car door then quickly closed it. but maybe Ms. This door was cherry and he was surprised when he saw me inside.
“Where is that here?” I asked softly as I searched for the button to lock the door. As far as I know, it’s on the dash board. But what symbol? i never had a car before, so i don’t know what to press.
I don’t really know what it is here so I press the buttons in front of me until I hear the sound of the door which means it is locked.
“Some where. By the way, why are you here?” I heard the teacher answer. He said earlier, his car is tinted so they can’t see me but I can see them.
“Am I not allowed to go here?” answered Ms. Cherry hugged the teacher at the same time and hung her arm around his neck then kissed the teacher’s lips. I don’t know why I wanted to look away when I saw the teacher finish Ms. Cherry on the waist and kissed back but I still want to witness the incident.
It hurts.
Yes. But I don’t know why. why am I hurt? there is no reason, is it because of what I see? I shouldn’t feel pain, the teacher only needs blood from me while Ms. Cherry is his girlfriend. I’m like a third party.
“Of course you’re allowed. You are my girlfriend, right?” said the teacher and gently caressed Ms.’s cheek. Cherry—something he does to me too. I feel like a fool watching a movie of two lovers. But why am I crying? I’m not so bitter that even the love of others is envious of me.
“Yeah, come on. Let’s go inside your house” said Ms. Cherry was then dragged out of the parking lot by the teacher. I saw the teacher look at my behavior but I didn’t bother to avoid it. He doesn’t see me.
How many more hours do I have to stay here in the car?
To be continued…