It's a weekend and words can't explain how happy I am to spend my time on my bed, but Catherine didn't let me to have a peace of mind even for awhile.
"No, I'm not going." I simply answered while she's laying on my bed with Margaret. Yes, they're close already. How sweet.
Cath got up and wrinkled her forehead, "Are you being serious right now? Pretty please? And Margaret will come with us." She flashed a naughty smile. I look at Margaret and she nodded happily.
"Okay, fine. Just make sure that you guys won't drink that much. I can't carry you two." I finally agreed, and yes they will drink. I feel guilty lying to my parents that I'll just make our project. Project to party huh? Most typical students do.
Margaret has her own car, she's pretty rich and I can't even imagine she's drinking. Thought she's a good girl. Well, a girl with an innocent face has the most devilish secret.
I will be the one who will drive since they're too lazy. I can drive and have a driver's license, but my parents didn't let me. My driver's license doesn't make sense.
We arrived at the club at eight in the evening. The girls went inside and of course faked their age to have an access inside.
The smell of cigarettes, alcohol and mixed perfumes irritates my nostril. Loud beat music is playing on the background. Margaret and Cath are owning the dance floor. I chuckled when Cath made a crazy dance move. I took the last shot of my whiskey. I don't usually drink or dance, what do you expect me to do here? Read bedtime stories?
They both asked me to dance and I gladly agree, tho I don't know to dance. I let my body sway on the beat. This isn't my first time in the club, I started to do this but not too often when I reach my legality.
After half an hour of dancing I went back to our table to rest my feet.
Surroundings getting wild, and I couldn't spot Margaret and Catherine. I travel my sight around the room and spot someone's familiar.
Seriously, what is she doing here? I can't believe my eyes I would see such a goddess inside this messy place. She looks like looking for someone as well. Is she alone? I don't know what pushes me but I went closer to her, alcohol is kicking inside me and I can barely control myself.
"Good to see you here, Ms. Marcos." She was completely in shock when she turn around. I step closer and she step back.
"What are you doing at this kind of place? How old are you again?" I can't clearly hear her voice so I push my head to hear her clearly. My sight is getting blurry and my head is getting heavier.
"Having fun? Why don't you join me?" I smirked. This is not totally me. Student asking her teacher to join her? Absolutely not.
I was about to grab her wrist but instead she grab my arm and pulled me to get out the place.
"What are you doing?!" I exclaimed when we're already at the parking lot. She frustratedly look at me and was about to grab my arm again but I refused.
"Can you please just go home, Ms. Hughes. You're eighteen and you should be in your bed right now not partying here." Her voice is calm with authority.
" And you? Aren't you supposed on your table doing your lesson plan?" I fired back. She greeted her teeth trying to calm herself. I can feel my cheeks burning red because of annoyance and alcohol. I always feel guilty when we have a moment like this, she doesn't deserve an asshole like me. I know she's kind behind her cold personality, it's just that I couldn't avoid to be pissed. Short- tempered people problem.
"Do it again and you're done. Get inside my car." What she said silent me. Is going to give me a ride home? She knows my address..but Margaret's car key is on me. Crazy of me to think that she'll do that despite of what I've done.
"No. Not gonna happen." I was about to turn my back but she grabbed my elbow. "I'm still your teacher." Her pupils darkened while her stare is like a dagger shots mine.
"Not when we're outside the school. Stop intimidating me 'cause it will not work on me." I retorted and trying my best not to melt at the sight of her face.
"Maybe at least respect me as a human." She said and remove her hand in my elbow. Are teachers aren't a human? I mentally asked myself. Alcohol in my body influenced the way I talk right now, and I don't like it.
I sigh defeatedly, "Just let me go back inside." She crossed her arms and coldly stare at me.
"No, get inside my car." She sternly said. I roll my eyes and slide myself at the front seat, I feel tired arguing to this woman. I look at her looking around before stepping in inside. The awkward silence crept in. She was not looking at me, not even a glance. What do I expect after all things I said?
"I'm here because I'm looking for my friend. And didn't expect you to see here. Now relax yourself hanggang nasa katinuan kana ulit. I know you're with your friends, but the more you're with them the more you'll drink." She coldly uttered. Isn't she concern of my friends? I feel special. Or maybe she thought I cannot carry myself. Based on what you behave earlier, Ariella, isn't for her to trust you.
I took a deep breath and keep my sight in front of the car.
"May I see it.." She softly uttered and gently took my wrist. It has a scratch of her nails. I smile discreetly, I would probably make this scratch as my tattoo.
Her hands are so soft and smooth. She look at me before pushing herself at the passenger seat to take something in her bag. It was a bandage. She carefully put it at the scratch and let go of my wrist.
I stare at her left eye, to her right eyes, down to her lips. She noticed it, "Are you okay, Ariella?" and she look straightly into my eyes. What is happening? Her eyes is pulling me to be closer to her, I slowly push myself and kiss her.
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To be continued..
