Mateo looked like a zombie by the time he got here. His hair was tucked away in a bonnet and his robe was on and fastened. Hella he even had his homemade face mask on.
"Angelica, do you not know what the fuck Uber is?" Mateo asked.
I slid into the backseat not wanting to be questioned about the night. I could've called an Uber, but my head was just... Just too clouded. I would be distracted and with the way the world is.
I shook the thoughts out of my head. This always happens. Whenever I get like this with someone my mind wanders. Wanders to the what ifs.
"Hard day?" Mateo asks bringing me back from the prison that is my own mind.
The car's interior smelled faintly of pine air freshener, a feeble attempt to mask the lingering scent of anxiety and uncertainty. Mateo's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, he knew what I was thinking.
"Girl, don't even worry about those fuckers. Tomorrow, you start fresh, all your hard works going to pay off."
I rested my head window, letting Mateo's pine air freshener infiltrate my nose. The car drive back was silent. Mateo didn't say anything, wasn't anything else to say. A rough night. A lot of emotions. As we pulled into the parking lot of our building, I felt relief. Relief that I was far from the damn club. Far from my boss and far from Doll.
Mateo opened the door for me, holding his hand out, like he was some sort of Disney prince. I accepted his hand which got giggles from both of us. Mateo had already cooked while I was gone- which was for the best since I can't- sadly he didn't stay up with me to eat it. He gave me one final hug before retreating to his room. Presumably to swipe on his dating apps a little longer before falling asleep cursing the world for making him gay.
That might be my fate next, why did I enjoy that. I've never done anything with a woman before so why that was so easy. It was so much better than when with men, I wasn't forcing myself to enjoy it. Forcing myself to find pleasure it just came naturally. But I've never had thoughts of woman. Not of actors, or singers, or hell cartoons! Yet that kiss had ignited something—a spark of curiosity, a yearning for more.
In my world wind of thoughts, I forgot to even take out the leftovers and upon checking the time- 12:30 am- decided breakfast was close enough for me to wait until morning.
The next day
My iPhone alarm screamed at 5:30. Giving me 2-ish hours before my first class. My hair was a mess and I had felt asleep in my makeup from the night before. I was a fucking mess. I sat staring into space until my snoozed alarm snapped me back into reality.
I took my dusty ass into the shower, sung my heart out to Beyoncé's Green Light, devoured three waffles and two scrambled eggs, and finally sat down in Mateo's passager seat. His little passager princess ready to get going. Mateo wasn't as energic as me-probably because his wake-up song was fucking Deja Vu.
"Alright, at 10 you better be right fucking here or else you'll actually need a fucking Uber. You hear me?"
"Yes, yes, yes, thank you Mateo."
I exited the warmth of Mateo's truck and entered the cold of the school behind. As much as say it's my dream school, I couldn't tell you name, what its rates are, nothing. Just know it's the school for me. It was pretty easy finding the classroom, everything was so neatly labeled it was a Pinterest board dream. I arrived a little bit early and chose and seat nearby the front door, setting myself I scrolled through TikTok until the classroom fills up.
I checked my schedule at least six or seven times so I say this confidence, this teacher was completely fucking late. It's 8:45 and class should've started at 8:30. 15 minutes late for a school of such high standards was insane. What was even worst was the teacher.
She had her long strawberry blond hair tied up in a low ponytail, her hazel eyes pierced over her black rectangle glasses. Pieces of her hair drapped into the glasses but it couldn't hide the tiredness in her eyes. Her red eyebags surpisingly did very little to clash with her already crytsal clear honey skin.
As she passed my desk we locked eyes, it was fucking impossible to miss...
MY BOSS WAS MY FUCKING TEACHER
