Tate
Fuck!
What the fuck is wrong with this guy? It's like every fucking time I see him, he finds a new fucking reason to make me wanna punch him!
The dickhead probably thought I was one of those shameless cock hungry women, that's why he put on those dark-framed glasses. Fuck this guy!
"Tate." He called, voice flat. "This is a surprise."
I wanted to shove the pancakes to his chest, but then, I remembered that Dad was watching me from our porch and the instructions he'd given me.
"Let me in."
"What?"
"I said, let me in, you bastard!" I muttered under my breath, shoving past him into his house.
"Um…" He paused, surprised, then got over his surprise a few minutes later. "Okay."
He shut the door and followed me. I glanced all over the place and I didn't recognize it any longer. It looked so different from the way it was before he moved in. Almost unrecognizable. New paint. New wallpapers. New furniture. New everything.
"So, what's this about?" He queried. Fuck, I so hate how deep and masculine his voice is.
I tossed the plate of pancakes on the table. It scattered all over the table. "Just so you know, my Dad made me do this." I gritted, "I'm not sorry for what I did, because there was nothing wrong with what I did in the first place. I only just gave you a friendly warning. And I don't give a shitty fuck if you're the new economics teacher, I don't trust you. And I don't like you."
He stared at me for a few seconds, face expressionless, hands buried in the pockets of his pants. Then he let out a low chuckle. A fucking chuckle.
The fucking bastard laughed! Can you believe it? What was so fucking funny?
"So, let me get this straight, Tate." He said, eyes piercing down into mine. "You hate me."
"With all my life."
"Because you think I'm so attractive that your sister might get sexually involved with me, correct?"
I made a disgusted face, "What? What the fuck is wrong with you? I never said that!"
"Oh, but you did."
"When?"
"Last night, at the dinner table."
"I never said shit! You're spitting nonsense!"
He tilted his head slightly and squinted his perfect blue eyes through his glasses as if figuring me out. Fuck, why did I say perfect?
"Tell me, Tate." He said in a low, whispering voice, taking a step closer, "The reason you're acting like this isn't just because…" He took another step, "... you're worried about your sister, or your mom, is it?" He enquired, arching a brow.
Why the fuck is he coming closer? What's this? Did it just suddenly get hotter in here, or is it just me?
"Of course, it is, you asshole!" I said, slowly backing away. "Why the hell are you coming closer?! Stay away!"
"There is another reason."
How the fuck did he know that? Did he like, read my mind or something? Fuck this guy!
"Why don't you tell me, Tate? What is it?" He purred lowly.
Fuck! Why the fuck is his voice so… so… so fucking… fuck this, I'm outta here!
"Eat your fucking pancakes and stay out of my and my family's way! Got it?" I barked.
I spun around and dashed out of the house.
"See you tomorrow, Tate."
I just kept on walking and didn't look back. Once I was out, I clutched my chest tight and kept on walking.
I had no idea why the fuck my heart was pounding the way it was, but I fucking hated it. I hate that bastard! I hate this feeling I get when I'm near it. I hate it when he peers into my eyes.
Fuck! I hate everything about him. He has to go. He fucking has to. There is no two ways about it.
By the next morning, which was Monday morning, my bastard father returned my phone and all my gadgets.
And of course, I've already texted the group team all about Redfuck and how he needed to go down, and the guys were pitching in, bringing ideas on how to do that, but none of them were enough to get not only fired but also make the town reject him.
I was so excited to meet up with them that I didn't finish my breakfast.
"I'm heading out." I announced amidst a mouthful, rising to my feet.
"Already? Aren't you going to wait for your sister?" Mom asked in surprise.
"Nope. I'm already late."
"It's okay." Elena mumbled, "I don't want to ride on that thing with him anyway."
Elena has been mad at me since that disastrous dinner night with Redfuck. She's of the impression that I'm in the wrong here, and I do want to ask you, dearest ladies and gentlemen of the jury, was I wrong to call her out when she was literally eye fucking this jerkwad right in front of my parents?
Definitely not, right? Thank you very much.
I got on my motorcycle and drove fast to school. It didn't take me long.
I met up with the guys in the hallway, and after a few dabs, we got talking.
"So, this guy, I already saw him." Reed, my best friend, added, "With his looks, man, I'm quite surprised he's a teacher and not a gigolo."
"I know, right? That's exactly what I said." I said in agreement.
"Then he's here to get into the pants of teenage girls." Scott pitched in.
"Female teachers, too." Andy threw in.
"And if that happens, we will no longer be the ones in the spotlights." Trevor stated. "I mean, guys, did you see his biceps under that shirt. Dude is working out."
"Oh, my God, did you see the new economics teacher?" One of the two girls passing by squealed.
The other one gasped, "I so did. He's so hot!"
"Hotter than everyone in the school. Maybe I should start taking economics classes."
"Me too."
The guys and I exchanged glances.
"You see what I'm talking about?"
They all nodded.
Rrrring!!
The bell rang, and we said our goodbyes before dispersing to our various classes.