Chapter 17: Chapter 17
Exactly four days have passed since Mr. Hamann fucked me, I have not heard from him and although my sex reminds me every time I see his damn drawing on the wall of my room, that happens, I have to forget what happened and focus on what I can enjoy with my boyfriend, the one who came with his tail between his legs to apologize.
My mother left the hospital and is now in recovery, she asks me again and again where I get the money, as a good mother, she realized that my old boss did not lend it to me and of course she found out that I no longer had a job, I have not wanted to tell her anything. So that? I don't want her to go crazy and risk her operation.
"You really don't think about him?" There is my friend, she takes care of making me not forget Mr. Hamann, there isn't a fucking day that she doesn't ask me the same thing.
“No woman, stop nagging, don't piss off my fucking life,” I barked at her, practically spit on her face.
"Fucking mad bitch, calm down," she laughs, my anger always makes her laugh. "Oh manaaaaaa, what you're having is Mr. Hamann's fault." That being said, she runs off like a child, I hate when she gets into that stupid thing.
“You are stupid,” I yell at her not caring about the people walking in the direction of the bus stop. When I arrived, I look at her with a frown, she disgusts me when she gets like an immature child.
"Ok ... Ok ... I don't bother you anymore. Have you been told you're bitter lately?"
I look at her just as hard, “do I have to remind you of everything I'm going through?" I don't stop talking to her harshly, “my mother doesn't stop asking me a like third grade where the hell I got the money, Ian is pressuring me to sleep with him and that has me up to the mother already and you, is not even showing your support, you just keep mentioning that man "I can do everything. Everything with that superb man was an agreement and nothing more, understood?”
My friend changed her gesture to a serious one and nods, the bus arrives and we get on it, as always, it was full. On the bus I meditate on my behavior, I paid for it with my friend and she just wanted to joke and laugh as usual.
Snorting like a brave bull, I understand that I cannot be bitter about things that are only my responsibility. The bus arrives at our destination and when I get off I see my friend too serious, taking out my mobile I look for a song that kills us both, RBD's "Rebelde" sounds through the speakers, I start singing and dancing, my friend laughs and accompany me in my follies.
“And I am rebellious when I do not follow others and I am rebellious ... when I love you to the point of anger.” That's how we sing around the campus until we get to Professor Gómez, it's Thursday and our workshop is due, our classmates come in and we make them sing, the teacher looks at us funnily and we all stand out, dance and sing like crazy. We are lucky that we know how to paint and draw, because as singers, we would starve to death.
"Uuuhhh!" I shout at the end of the song and everyone laughs.
"As singers, all of you would starve," says the professor, laughing at the same thing that I thought. “Well young people, as you know, last class I put a competitive dynamic on you and it is my duty to inform you that both the ladies and the gentlemen did very well, there was no loser." Everyone starts to complain, including me. "Easy ... easy ... The two models are willing to come here every Thursday to give us support." That super news excites us all.
"That's Professor Gómez .... Long live!" Miguel yells like the fool he is and we, as his loyal followers, shout Viva!
“Come on, young people, calm down, I know you idolize me but lower your spirits,” we all shut up, “today there will be no models, nor are we going to draw here,” we all looked at each other, “I know I didn't tell you in advance, but in a private school they have asked us to go and paint, but of course if you don't want to, then we leave it that way.” He shows us the palms of his hands and shrugs.
"Eaaa teacher let's calm down," Carla stops him. "Where are we going?" She asks later.
"To San Miguelito."
I opened my eyes wide, “how?” I shrieked, “professor from there we are going to go out in panties and boxers ... Do you know where they going to put us?” They all laughed. "Isn't there a less dangerous place to go?"
The professor snorts, “quiet Miss Cook, we have transportation, you don't have to be alarmed, besides the school is fenced, now guys let's go to the bus.” We all got up to follow the teacher, “I almost forgot, you will not be the only group to go to this project,” I frowned, “some of your colleagues from other departments have misbehaved and as punishment they will go with us.”
"What a fabric ... It's incredible, so big and they still punish us,” Donald scoffs.
“What can I tell you, young, so old, and you behave like kindergarten children.”
"Boom, in your face baby,” Carla scoffs with a laugh.
“Did you see her?” The professor asks, "come on, we must go."
When I get on the bus, the first thing I see is Randon Black, I'm not surprised, the guy is terrible. "well, then, with a punishment like that, who's complaining?” I asked in the sea of amusement.
"God, Miss Cook, you should have a little modesty once in your life."
Smiling, I looked at the professor, “where does the grief take us? To nowhere. Truth? I love myself as I am.” The professor rolls his eyes.
"And I love you the way you are,” Randon smiles.
I raised an eyebrow, “wow ... calm handsome, don't believe it too much, I like adrenaline, but from time to time I avoid dangers like you." Smiling, I pass him by the side and sit further back.
"Hmm, the way I like you,” he sits next to me.
I turn to face him, “it is said that men love to be hit hard."
His smile widens, “the harder the better, don’t you think?” he chuckled.
He is a fool, I noticed, “yes ... the harsher you insult them, the more their macho pride gets screwed." His smile fades.
"Did you think I was talking about sex?" Oh my God…
"No sex, nothing at all," the teacher shouts from the first seat, "I don't want anyone in the bathrooms, if they go, let it be women first and men later. Understood? What you did the last excursion won't happen to me, Mr. Black. Did you hear?” Everyone laughs, they've made it clear.
"God, boy, you should save that worm,” I advised him.
"What makes you think it's a worm and not an anaconda?" He asked.
I look at him mockingly, “easy my life, all those who sleep with you are so crazy that they talk about their night but I never hear them mention that you have it big or that you have left her tired or crushed by how fierce you are.” His seriousness was amazing. Laughing, I pat him on the shoulder, “for a man to be the alpha he must first become a male.”
The companions who are nearby laughed openly, “Damn, woman, don't be that cursed." Carla chuckles.
"God, you fool anyone, you look sweet but you're pretty dangerous,” Randon said.
I move closer to his ear and slowly whispered, “and very lethal." I ran my nose down his cheek, the damn thing smells delicious.
"Shit," he growls, "you are to be feared, Marilí, I like it."
I shake my head, “maybe the others cheat on their boyfriends with you, but I'm not like them, so pick up your beautiful white ass from the seat, my friend is going to sit there." He doesn't stop looking at me and I don't stop smiling.
"This doesn't end here beautiful."
I shrug, “I’m ready whenever you want handsome,” I said cockily. I watched leave, amused, I looked at my friend who does not miss a detail of him.
"You're a fool. Who talks like that to Randon Black? And even worse, who ridicules that male in front of everyone?” She scowls at me and I raise my eyebrows.
“Me?” I asked innocently.
"Seriously, yours has no name or title woman,” she laughs finally.