A/N: It's no longer a student teacher relationship! :P
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West was on his knees, careless that broken glass dug into his barely healed leg. Today was supposed to have been a day of triumph. Instead the Cubano felt shameless tears track down his cheeks, leaving visible trails down his face as they washed the grime off. Six hours ago, he had felt like the entire world had opened up to him, finally a life and chance to do something outside the endless violence that had been his shadow. Now though, with the taste of ashes in his mouth, he knew that the only way for him ot have that life he glimpsed, was to wade through his enemies and remove them from the equation.
"La muerte se acerca." he promised the night air as flames danced not ten feet away and the sound of sirens approached, too late to save the person inside. (Death is coming).
Seven Hours Earlier
"I cannot believe I'm actually graduating." West stated, sounding faintly shocked, even to Maddison's ears.
She grinned at her lover and patted him on the cheek. "Congratulations Westley. I know I'm proud of you, just imagine how the rest of your family feels." she hooked her arm into his. She wasn't a teacher anymore, and free of that limitation, she was gonig to enjoy being West's girl in public. It would probably shock the h*** out of the rest of the faculty and students, but they were both prepared for the fallout. Alice laying the mack down on 'DJ Mask' at prom had finally beaten it into everyone's head that West was actually NOT her lover, and it was high time they found out who his Angel was.
"Oh I've already heard from them how they feel about this." West replied, smiling. His sisters, Alice now inculded, had thrown him a surprise party. With cake. His father had opened a bank account for West to use to pay for either a college education, or a graduating gift of his choice. The fact that his father had no clue what West would actually like as a gift surprised no one. His 'la had made his very favourite dish for dinner and Maddison.... Just thinking about the gift Maddison had given him made West grin and he knew it had a perverted edge to it. That woman.... loved ambush sex.
"Get that smile off your face before someone else sees it and misinterprets it." Maddison warned, flushing and laughing.
West pulled her close to him and rubbed the tips of their noses together playfully. "I still like Alice's gift best in all honesty, though yours I'll remember fondly whenever your off touring." he teased.
"Pervert." Maddison laughed, cuddling with her Cubano.
"For the love of god you two, I don't need grand kids yet!" Maddison's mother called out, making West laugh and Mad blush darkly.
Maddison grinned at her little sister, who was also about to escort her boyfriend to their graduation. It was just freaking hilarious that both sisters were dating from the graduating class. And the joke had been on Maddison in the end, her parents had known all along that West was one of her students. Apparently his grandmother is on the same bridge team as they play against. And they all do so love to talk.
West drove with Maddison, an over night bag in the back so that after graduation West could bring Maddison back to his place for the weekend. They were both starting to make space in closets for the other and it wasn't something they actually talked about, they just did. And when they arrived, West had a broad grin on his face.
"You look like you never expected to graduate." Maddison teased.
"In all honesty, I never really thought I'd survive to try." he admitted with a shrug.
"Are you two ever getting out of the Hummer or are you just going to sit there making googly eyes at each other?" Alice asked, leaning in the window.
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King of Hearts (House of Cards Series 2) [Student/teacher]
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