Not just a teacher (18+)

Chapter 13

Dante's POV

Did I seriously fuck up that badly? I knew this date was going to be a bad idea, yet I still went through with it like the dumbass I am.

I walk out the restaurant 5 minutes after she left, I honestly don't blame her from walking out on me, I would walk out on me too. She didn't even hesitate to leave, she heard the wrong name, grabbed her things, called me a man whore and left. Just like that, it was all over. I am not that mad about it, I probably was just going to fuck her and leave, but still...

I drive back home, using the same route I'm use to. Knowing I tried tonight is all I can be proud of, but this is the only fucking time I will ever try again. Having 2 jobs is already way too much, especially trying the balance the two. Why did I even apply to NYU, it just makes it more difficult to deal with the club and the other stupid shit I was born into. I didn't fucking ask to be a gang leader, I don't want any of it. Changing lanes, I continue to ponder all my life decisions and what led to me being the way I am. But I can't help but blame my parents, those sick bastards. Their constant fighting and yelling made it unbearable to live there.

I arrive home, 45 minutes of constant bickering with myself. I put the car next to all my other ones, right in the middle between the Rolls-Royce and the Bugatti, nicely snug. The sleek black finishes on all 3 cars look flawless from any angle, any light that reflects on the cars bounce directly off. I head inside the house, immediately seeing Ivan sound asleep, seems like Mary did a good job, as usual. I spot her in the kitchen, cleaning off the last speck of dog food spotted on the ground next to Ivan. "Mary, thank you so much for everything. I can see Ivan had his fun ha ha." Looking my way, Mary says "Anything for you Mr. Valentino, Ivan and I had plenty of fun." "No girl home this time?" she playfully says. I chuckle under my breath, "Nope, not this time." We both share a smile before I send her home, giving her a much needed tip for her last minute stay. After she left, I walked over to my fridge, popping open a Corona, but quiet enough so Ivan doesn't hear. I usually hate the taste of beer, I prefer the stronger shit, but it's the only thing I have that can numb the temporary pain, which reminds me I need to buy more tequila.

I head upstairs, taking the cold sweated beer to my room. Looking down onto my wrist, I check the time, 10:53. Not too late, but not so early. I honestly expected myself to be coming home late, but my fucking mouth had other plans. I finally walk up to my room, the door slightly adjacent to the wall. I take my time to walk over at my desk and sit on my chair, it creaks at the weight that's being put on it. I put down the beer bottle on the coaster, the bottle still being quite heavy with the alcohol. I open up my laptop, taking a big swig of the beer. The bright white screen, temporarily damaging my eyes. I turn down the brightness, but quickly turning my direction to the notification right beside my email tab, my school email. Without hesitation, I click on the tab and immediately see Natalia's name propped up on the top. Shit, I totally forgot about that cruel email I sent her. Before pressing on the email, I take another hit of my drink.

I'm sorry Mr. Valentiiino, I am soooo sorry for emailing yuu and thanking yo, I didn't realize you wouldd get soooo pressed about it. -Natala

Is she drunk? She would never say this, her grammar and the way she carries herself is completely different from this. What the fuck? Taking another chug of my drink, I can't decide whether I should respond back or just discarding this from further embarrassing her. Fuck, she couldn't even spell her name right. Staring at the email, I start to feel a slight buzz from the drink, it's small, but it still runs through my body. From the years, I grew a tolerance for alcohol, ever since I was a young child. Redirecting my thoughts, I look over to my screen again, staring at her name and message. I think it's best if I delete it, it's honestly not any of my business to interfere with her personal issues, let alone see her outside of class and fucking helping her with finding her stupid drunk friend. God I hate myself.