The Teacher - A Forbidden Romance

Chapter 3 - It Ended Before it Began ...

CHAPTER THREE

It ended before it begun ...

Alexis

Everything that could've gone wrong tonight, did. How can such a perfect day end so miserably? After the humiliating start with Damon, this is not how I envisioned our date would go. As I travel home in the back of a police car, memories of my eventful night play over in my head.

       It's safe to say I'm feeling totally crushed ...

       I'll admit I was floating on the bus ride home, after leaving Damon this afternoon. So much so, I almost missed my stop.

       Rummaging through my bag for my keys, I ran up the stairs that lead to my second floor apartment. There was an extra bounce in my stride ... it was called Damon-hot-as-hell-McKenzie.

       When I reached the landing, I did a pirouette because I was so excited. I still couldn't believe I was going to see him again. My day with him was ... magical. Never in my life have I ever felt something so ... instant. It was weird, but kinda cool.

       Dumping my bag on the kitchen counter, I attempted to run my fingers through Pus-Pus' fur. (Get you mind out of the gutter, she's my cat.)

       She hissed at me the moment my hand connected. She always does that. I guess she blames me for what happened to my sister, as well.

       "Hello to you too," I mumbled as I turned and headed down the hallway towards the bathroom. She's a bitch of a cat. To be honest, I'm not very fond of her. She belonged to my sister when she was alive. She's the only piece of her I have left.

       Stripping off, I turn on the taps in the shower. I have a good hour and a half to prepare for my date, before catching the bus back into town. I'm a little apprehensive about travelling on public transport in the evening on my own, because I've only ever done it during the day. Damon is so worth it though. I seriously can't wait to see him again.

       After doing all the necessary shaving, and trimming, (A girl needs to be prepared), I wrapped a towel around my head and made my way into the bedroom to try and find something nice to wear. This could possibly be the most important date of my life.

       This morning I put no thought into the way I dressed, so tonight I wanted to make an impression. It was my behaviour I should've been more worried about. All I could do was pray that I acted normal, and not humiliate myself and further. 

       I decided on a plain, knee length black dress. It was tight fitting, accentuating my curves. It dipped slightly in the front, showing off a hint of cleavage. It was the sexiest thing I owned. Trying to brighten it up, I paired it with my electric blue heels and a matching purse.

       As I was heading out the door, hurrying to catch my bus, bitch cat pounced. She came out of nowhere, scratching at my leg and putting a huge ladder in my skin coloured stockings. "Ugh! Pus-Pus you suck!" I cried out in frustration. My bus was due in five minutes.

       Running back to my room and riffling like a crazy woman through my drawer, I tried to find another pair. By the time I carefully slid into them, I only had two minutes to make it to the bus stop. Grabbing one of the cat's toys as I passed, I tossed it across the room to distract her, so I can make a run to the front door.

       "Shit," I mumbled to myself, as I rounded the corner only to find the bus pulling away. Stupid bitch cat! I swear she gets enjoyment out of taunting me and making my life a living hell.

       Another twenty-five minutes passed before the next bus arrived. Allowing walking time to the Art Gallery, I'd only be about ten minutes late for my date with Mr Sex-on-legs.

       It was just starting to get dark when I stepped off the bus. I knew if I took a short cut down the alleyway, it would cut minutes off my walk. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but turned out to be a huge mistake.

       My pace picked up as I hurried down the darkened alley, so did my heartbeat. It didn't look as scary in the daylight. I swear I could hear footsteps behind me, but then again, it could've just been the erratic thumping of my heart.

       When I was suddenly reefed backwards, I knew I was wrong. "Give me your bag and nobody gets hurt."

       "I don't think so," I said, turning to face my perpetrator. I guess the fact that he was dressed all in black and wearing a balaclava on his head, should've frightened me, but it didn't. He looked so damn ridiculous, I had to try and contain my laughter.

       "Give it to me," he snapped, tugging on the handle.

       "No," I retorted, pulling it in the other direction. This tug-of-war went on for a few seconds until his strength finally won out.

       He stumbled back a few steps before turning and breaking into a run with my bag in hand. "Hey, give that back," I screamed. I was delusional if I thought he was going to listen. My wallet, my money, the keys to my apartment and my bus pass were all inside. Then it hit me, my pocket vibrator. Oh hell fucking no. He wasn't taking my battery operated boyfriend from me. We had a history.

       Hiking up my dress slightly, so I could run, I gave chase. I followed him for at least a block until the heel of my shoe got caught in a grate, sending my catapulting forward. I landed on the sidewalk with a thud, grazing my knees and palms in the process.

       I stayed on all fours for the longest time, trying to catch my breath. Everything in me wanted to continue my pursuit, but it was no use, B.O.B was gone.

       "Are you okay miss?" A lovely man asked a few minutes later, as he extended his hand to me, helping me to my feet.

       "I'm fine," I replied with a sigh blowing my hair out of my eyes. My grazed palms where stinging and there were two gaping holes in my stockings, surrounding my bloodied kneecaps.

       Straightening my dress and squaring my shoulder's, I tried to regain my composure. "Thank you," I said before turning in the direction of the Art Gallery.

       "Wait. I believe this is yours." I felt my face flush red as I looked over my shoulder and seen him prying the heel of my shoe out of the grate before handing to me. Nodding my head in a silent thank you, I turned and hurried away.

       Life was a bitch, just like my damn cat.

       I was on the verge of tears as I approached the Gallery. I put so much effort into my appearance tonight, trying to impress Damon, and now I was a hot mess. My meticulously groomed hair was now sticking up all over the place. Not to mention my entire body was covered in a sheen of perspiration from my marathon run to save B.O.B. I was hobbling from my sore bloodied knees ... the fact that the heel was missing off one of my shoes didn't help, I guess.

       I didn't need to look in a mirror to know I was a sight. I half expected Damon to see me and run in the other direction. Well he would've if he was there. Could this night get any worse? I was only forty minutes late for my date. He either stood me up or got sick of waiting. Tears stung my eyes when I realised I wasn't going to see him tonight, if ever.                   

       Was the universe trying to tell me something, or was it just fucking with me?

       Still clutching the heel of my shoe in my hand, I raised my arms in the air silently chanting to the evil Gods above, "I came here for a new beginning you motherfucker!"

       Thankfully, the officer who took my statement at the police station earlier, took pity on me and not only got one of the patrol cars to drive me home, he organised a twenty-four-hour locksmith to get me into my apartment.

       Will my hell never end? Maybe moving here wasn't a wise move after all.