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8.

Harry's P.O.V

I can't stop thinking about Emily,my student.Is she okay?Is she still crying?I'm really worried but I can't do anything besides wait for tomorrow when I'll be seeing her in my class,hopefully.I take one more sip of bourbon and walk to the balcony.I get a call from an unknown number,could this be Emily?

Hello?

Hi Harry ya shit,how was your first day at school?

That's my friend John.

Hi John,why are you calling me from unknown number?

I tried prank calling you pretending to be your mum.

Very childish from you

Still acting like my grandpa,c'mon dude you're 23 why don't you live up a little?

24,I've always wanted to be a teacher you dick,and when I do 'live up' a little you know what happens..

Oh yeah,still boring ass Harold

Oh look,it's 11 pm I got to go to sleep

Yeah,so you can punish some teen girls tomorrow with your dick

I got very pissed at those last words

Shut up you horny fuck goodbye

I hung up,how can he say that..Good thing he isn't working as a teacher,let's just say he'll end up in jail.But on the serious note,when I get seriously drunk I get very aggresive and if someone touches one of my mates or someone close to me in the wrong way,I attack them and I have no mercy.

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I get into my plain white t-shirt and calvin klein boxers,I walk to my bed and throw myself on it cause I was really tired.I lay on my bed trying to fall asleep but a picture of a Emily crying keeps popping up in my head.I just wanted to grab her and hug her as tight as I could in that moment..But that's just wrong.