How to get an A [TeacherxStudent] .:COMPLETE:.

Chapter Six (Mr. Romano's P.O.V.)

[A/N] - I'm so sorry for the late upload. Things was going on an ugh. I'll upload Thursday. YUP, Tuesdays and Thursdays, excluding tomorrow. Anyways, enjoy guyys. Thanks for fanning, I see so many new fans, it just makes me so happy ;u; Shiiiit, this chapter was rated R so I have to censor a lot of things, sorry!

  So last night something crazy happened..

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 "This is no Italian rum!" I yelled at the bartender, "This tastes Spanish!"

"Sir, it's Italian." said the man with confusion laced on his face.

"Oh, really?" I said raising an eyebrow, "Then what's the name?"

"It's uh, uh--"

"Mangi merda e muori*." I spat, throwing the shot of rum on the floor, "You cunt piece of b*tch!"

"Wha-"

  Losing my balance from the stool, I fell back. Everywhere around me was spinning and everything was blurry. I closed my eyes shut and stumbled to get up.

"You mother b*tch cunt!" I yelled, swinging my arms out, "Y-you testa di cazzo*!"

    I opened my eyes and grabbed the stool. People were watching me and I helped myself up. The bartender was watching me in amusement and it pissed me off.

"You this think funny?!" I yelled.

"Your broken English and swear words is killing me." he laughed.

"P*ss off!" I yelled, swinging my arms towards empty space and falling back again.

   Nobody paid me any mind, some people walked over me and others around. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I tried to sit up, but my head felt like it weighed 100 pounds.

"Jaime, redbull and 2 shots of Wray & Nephew. Also, get the guy cleaned up."

   My eyes shot open to where the voice came from. Her hair was dyed black with red at the ends this time. It suited her. Then, my eyes met hers. A look of sympathy flashed in her eyes for a second, and then she looked away.

   I don't know why, but I find her to be beautiful. The first time she gave me a lap dance-- it just turned me on. The way she walks, oh my goodness it's so graceful, how she speaks. It's as if she can turn from innocent to deadly in a second, I love it. For some reason, I find something wrong with her. The words she says at times, it's as if she's given me the key to her life and is slowly making me unlock it.

   I didn't want to make that proposal two weeks ago. I just wanted to touch her soft skin, but of course I had to be slightly drunk and say her American accent is terrible. I've dated a couple of American girls and they were terrible. From Kimberly to Hayden, they all fucked me over the same way.

But this time it's different.

    This girl is seventeen and is my student. I'm twenty-six. I'm... I'm...

I put my hands in front of my face.

   Uno, due, tre, quattro, cinque, sei, sette, otto, nove... I'm nine years older than her. I put my arms down and sighed.

"You have to get up." said the bartender, I guess his name's Jaime.

"No! Cazzo*, let go!" I mumbled.

   Finally, he got me up and helped me on the stool.

"I think you should leave." said Jaime giving me an amused look.

"You sh*t c*nt!" I yelled.

   Jaime laughed and went behind the bar, taking more orders. I got off the stool and stumbled to the exit. I fell over three times before I finally got to the door. I crawled out of the strip club, unsatisfied that I didn't even ask Stripper Girl for a lap dance. I aggrivately pounded the pavement.

"I'm a failure!" I cried.

   It's a fool's love. I can't love my student-- I can't even control my drinking properly nowadays. 

"Mr. Romano."

   I bit my bottom lip and sighed. I looked back at her and frowned.

"Stripper Girl, you shouldn't be out like this. It's cold." I said with slur.

"Shut up." she mumbled, walking over to me.

   Suzy gently grabbed my arm, helping me up.

"It's cold, go back inside." 

"Why are you drinking?"

   I pushed her away from me, stumbling to the side of the strip club. My eyes widened when I noticed she was on the floor.

"Il mio amore, I'm so sorry." I said putting my hand on my head, "I-I"

"It's okay." she said getting up, "Are you driving?"

"I'm so sorry." I said, my voice cracking.

"Mr. Ro-"

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry." I said rushing to her, "Are you okay?"

"Mr. Romano, I'm fine."

"No, call me Miguel. I'm so sorry." 

"Miguel, it's fine."

"Oh my goodness." I said, my head slumping to the front, "Not Mig-well. Mi-ghel..."

"Okay, Mi-ghel, I'm walking you home."

"My name isn't Italian!" I yelled to the sky, tears forming in my eyes, "It's Spanish."

"Y-"

"Oh Stripper Girl, let me take you to Italy! The starry skies, t-the beautiful buildings!"

"Mr. Roma-"

"MIGUEL!"

"Shut the f*ck up, let me call a taxi." she said getting annoyed, "It's cold."

"No, YOU f*cking, f*ck man." I said with a hiccup.

   I took off my jacket and handed it to her. She shook her head and took out a phone from her bra. Dialing a number, she put it to her ear.

"812 Madison." she said. "2 minutes? Good."

   She looked back at me and sighed.

"Why do I like you so much?" I mumbled.

"Maybe it's because I'm a stripper." she said with another sigh, "It's not an easy life."

"Oh."

  A blue vehicle pulled up in front of us and she helped me up. Oh sh*t, when did I fall? She helped me into the cab and handed the driver a 20.

"Keep the change." she said with a small smile. "And Mr. Romano." she said looking at me, "Please stay safe. I'll see you tomorrow."

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   Right now, I'm really embarrassed. I looked into the mirror and wiped my mouth. I cleaned the hairs from the sink and began to get dressed. I said some embarrassing things last night, I'm not sure if I can face her. I basically confessed to the poor girl. Then there's that f*cking "Mr. Armstrong" who tends to steal her away from me. 

   She'll be mine. I can't help it, just thinking about her kills me. I never seen a girl with an ass like hers. I mean, there was Ashley. Oh man, she had beautiful dark skin and such a nice ass. Each cheek was perfectly rounded and man.. just thinking about it makes me smile. That fucking bitch broke up with me because I threw a bottle at her. I mean.. itwasntmyfautlanyways.

   Or maybe it's just my emotions. I'm an Italian drunkard who's a teacher and is in love with his underaged student who's a stripper. 

Kill me now.