Abel's P.O.V
"Okay, I'm not really feeling this today so just do page one- thirty four, one through six." I sit back in my seat and put my head in my hands.
I feel like shit.
I honestly did not want to come in to work today, but I need a distraction and I need to keep myself busy.
If I stayed home I would just over think shit and end up crying.
It's gotten to that point. Every time I think of the situation between me and Delani and what happened to her because of me I break down all over again.
It hurts me so much to know that all of this is my fault.
I can feel tears prickling in my eyes and I blink them away before anyone notices.
What has gotten into me?
If the old me would have seen how I am now, he would laugh in my face at how much of a bitch I turned to.
It's crazy how I drastically changed my ways for one simple girl.
One simple girl who has my heart.
One simple girl that I am head over heels for.
I huff slightly and start to grade papers to get my mind off of things.
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Walking into the teachers lounge I feel the urge to just go home.
Or maybe visit Delani, I haven't seen in her in a few days.
I walk to the fridge and grab an energy drink.
I sit at one of the tables and slouch in my seat letting out a huge sigh.
Taking a sip I start to think of everything......again.
What would things be like if I hadn't done what I did with Luciana?
I'm pretty sure, we would be happy as fuck. Even if we were arguing a little bit the week before our anniversary.
I don't know what the hell was wrong with me. I know that all of those arguments happened because of me. I was such an asshole to her, and then I have the audacity to cheat on her.
I'm a fucking disgrace.
"Uh, Abel?" I hear a voice call.
I raise my head and see Luciana standing by the door.
I roll my eyes, "What the fuck do you want?"
"Can we talk?"
"We have nothing to talk about?"
"Please, Abel."
I close my eyes knowing that I'm going to regret this, "Fine. Make this quick."
Luciana nods and sits down next to me.
"It's been a while since we last talked."
I nod simply.
"How have you been?"
"Not good." I say sitting back in my seat. "Not good all."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."
I scoff, "Yeah right. You don't care about how I'm feeling, you want me to be miserable."
"What no I don't, if anything I want to make that hoe Del--"
"Don't," I warn her.
She puts her hands up in defense, "Sorry." She pauses for a second, "What's wrong with me?"
I look up at her in confusion, "What do you mean?"
