It's Never Too Late-Dilmer Fanfic

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—Mom, drive faster! —Evelyn shouted at her mom, sitting next to me on the back seat of their car.

—Evelyn, I can't drive faster if you want to arrive safe to the airport! —she replied, concentrating her sight on the road—. You should have seated in the copilot seat Miss Demi... She will bring you crazy back there! —she joked.

I smiled nervously and I took my phone dealing Wilmer's number for the tenth time.

—Shit! —I shouted, not getting a reply—.Sorry! —I said.

—Nah! Feel free to swear! The situation is worth the cursing! —Evelyn's mom replied, making the little ones giggle.

My phone started to buzz on my hands and I jumped in my seat, until I saw Marissa and Mathew talking in our group chat.

—Is it Mr. Valderrama? —Allyson asked excitedly.

—No —I replied in a sigh.

Matt💃: Deem, what time do you finish at school today? Pool evening time?? 🏊😃 btw, are you already feeling better from your stomach ache?

Ma👯: Yup, we are free from now on so we can wait you there! ☀👌

Me: I can't talk now

Ma👯: Oh! Forgot about your little ones' festival! Sorry!

Me: Wilmer left the school leaving me a letter so I could keep my job

Me: he is flying back to Venezuela

Me: my students' parents are driving me to see if we can stop him yet

Matt💃: ARE YOU FUCKIN KIDDING US DEMETRIA ¿¿

Ma👯: what???????

Me: No, he left

Matt💃: omg how are you feeling D?

Ma👯: what of a stupid question is that Matt!?

Ma👯: he better be there yet

Ma👯: I swear I'm going to kill him🔪

Matt💃: Ma, get ready, we are driving there too! Pick you up in 10! Hurry up!

I locked my phone and I kept looking from the window, hoping to find him there.

Some minutes later, we all got to the airport and my students and I rushed inside. I ran to the customer service and I tried to talk to the worker, who honestly, was really busy.

—Excuse me! —I told her worried—. Could you tell me if there has been any departing to Caracas this morning?

The woman didn't even look at us and kept typing on her computer.

—Sorry! She's talking to you! —Jake told her, angrily.

She turned over and stared at us this time.

—I know your mom has talked to me, but looks like she doesn't have any respect for all the people she has before her in the line! —the woman told him, pointing at all the people that were also waiting to talk to her.

I looked behind me and saw a long queue that we had jumped.

—She is not my mom, she's my... —Jake tried to explain her, but I cut him off.

—Don't worry Jake —I intervened—. I'm sorry, I'm so anxious I haven't seen all these people, but please, it's an emergency!

—I'm as sorry as you, but those people have an emergency too, that's why they are here —she said still looking at her computer's screen—. Next one, please!