Show me, sir

19| Nice Dress, Princess

Third person

He finally left! She wanted everyone to just disappear if they could. Too bad they couldn't...

It was getting late and her eyelids wouldn't close. Her mom was on her mind. She had to do something that's going to make her forget, at least for a bit. She didn't know anything more effective than getting drunk, but her mom had never kept any alcohol in the house. She had to go out and buy some, go to a bar or go to a club. Y/n decided it would be better to drink out, so her dad wouldn't catch her.

She slid on a dress and left.

'I fucking hate my life!' she said, while sneaking out of the house.

Her next stop was the bus station. She didn't want to drive right now, given the circumstances.

***
At the bar

'It's now or never.' She took another step, getting closer to the entrance.

Then she felt a hand stopping her.

'Not so fast. I need to see an ID first,' the bodyguard of the club stopped her.

'Oh, yeah. Right!' She passed her ID to him.

'Mmm. You don't have the years.'

'But... I'm 18, nearly 19.'

'Oh, really?' he said sarcastically, giving a fake smile. 'I didn't notice.' His smile dropped. 'You have to be 21, nearly 22.'

Y/n snatched the ID from his hand and turned the other way. 'Asshole.'

Then she started walking.

'Nice dress, princess,' a familiar voice said.

She lifted her head and saw the guy that tried to assault her the other day.

'Oh, not again,' she whispered under her breath.

'What? I just thought we could finish what we started the other night.' He gave her a wink and started getting closer.

As he was watching her, his gaze slipped at something behind her.

'You know what? I actually have something better to do, have a great night!' He sounded and looked terrified. What could he have seen that is so scary?

She turned around a saw the same scene that sent goosebumps all over the man's body. Another bodyguard was throwing out and screaming at a drunk man.

'What the fuck...' Y/n sighed.

She got closer. Her eyes were clenching a little bit, but still weren't closed, trying to zoom in her vision.

'What the FUCK?!' she said a lot louder this time.

'Get out of here!' the bodyguard was yelling at the man.

'Oi! No need to raise your voice at me. You're lucky I'm not in the mood for killing.' The man stepped backwards, still facing the door of the club.

'Good for me! Now go.'

'Fuckers,' the man whispered loud enough for me to hear him.

He lifted up his head.

Mr. Fucking Dale.

'Oh! If it isn't my favourite student, Y/n Y/l/n,' he scoffed.

Yup, he was definitely drunk, but y/n had no idea what he meant by "favourite student" and why he'd say it like that.

'Great! You're drunk.'

'Indeed, I am. Now, if you'd excuse me, I have to get home.' He spun his car keys on the tip of his finger.

'No way in hell am I letting you drive in this condition.' She snatched the keys from his hand. Y/n was still angry, because of the way he acted today, but she's not loosing another person due to a car crash. At least not today.

The girl helped her teacher into the car. He could barely stay straight on his legs. She placed his body gently into the car and then put his seatbelt over him. His eyelids were closed, so she took the chance to admire his perfect face, while she was so close to him.

Afterwards, she went to the driver's door and took a seat in the car.

'Well, this is going to be fun.' She had never driven a different car than hers, let alone a muscle car.

She tightened her grip around the steering wheel. Not that she's a bad driver, but just as she had forgotten about her mother the memories started flooding back.

'I can't do this,' she thoughts to herself.

Nathan was asleep, so she took her time to adjust in the car. She was starting to hate cars, but she had to drive Mr. Dale home.

'Here we go.' They left the club.

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