Tate
Now, before you think shit, how the actual fuck was I supposed to know that that fucking bastard was a teacher at our school!
Hell, nothing about him fucking screamed teacher! He looked like one of those shameless gigolos who make a living by screwing old, lonely women or sexually starved married women whose husbands haven't touched in years.
How in actual fucking hell can a guy like him be a teacher? Did he become a teacher to screw teenage girls or what? Shit, man. Fuck him. No wait… Shit! He's going to be all everyone, especially the girls are gonna talk about! The spotlight will be taken away from me… and I won't be getting much pussies as I used to… even the teachers whom I screw will want him. No, no, no, no… shit!
I gotta do something. There's no way in hell I'm letting someone else, especially that bastard, take my spotlight in the school, nor in this town as a whole. Nuh uh! So not happening. Not on my watch.
This is Tate's town, not Redmont's or whatever the fuck his name is.
Tap tap!
The little knock on my door made and squeeze my face. I took my eyes off the ceiling and directed them to the door.
"What do you want?" I enquired curtly.
"Mom said to come downstairs. Dinner is ready." That was Elena.
"Tell her I'm not hungry." I responded, even though my stomach disagreed with me.
No fucking way in hell was I sitting at the same table as that bastard. What the fuck was Mom thinking by inviting him here?
When I heard Elena's receding footsteps, I pulled out my phone and scrolled a bit through my text messages.
As popular and hot as I was, it wasn't untypical that I received thousands of texts from sluts who wanted their pussies drilled by The Amazing Tate.
I kept scrolling, looking for the hottest one that I was gonna fuck tonight.
Tap tap.
The sudden knock on my door made me start, my phone nearly slipping out of my hands.
"What the fuck do you want?!" I yelled at whoever it was at the door.
"Don't yell at me." Elena said, her tone was irritated. She probably hated being told to call me. "Dad is home and wants you downstairs."
"Well, tell him that I'm not hungry."
"You wouldn't want him to come up here by himself." Elena warned. Then I heard her footsteps receding.
Clicking off my phone, I pressed my lips together, my hands curling into fists, then let out a frustrated, suppressed groan.
Knowing that bastard that calls himself my father, he will manhandle me if he comes up here himself. And hell, I hate it when he makes me feel less of a man. Fuck, I should have stayed at Reed's tonight.
Throwing my legs off the bed, I headed downstairs.
I wasn't afraid. Hell, there was utterly no reason for me to be afraid. I've always been fearless all my life. But what's this gnawing feeling in my chest? I hate it.
"Tate, you're here." Dad said as he cut his steak with precision. "Take a seat, why don't you?"
Mom had a look that clearly meant "Behave." Dad's expression was usual; no one knows what this bastard is always thinking.
Hold on, is Elena wearing makeup? At this time of the night? Holy fucking balls! She kept tucking her hair behind her ears and fluttering her eyelashes at… wait, what's this bastard's name again?
And the bastard… he didn't even spare me a glance. He focused on his steak as though I wasn't in the room, and for some unknown reason, that irked me so fucking bad. Fucking hell, the least he could do was to acknowledge my presence!
"I said, take a seat, Tate." Dad snapped, his expression turning hard.
I sat down. "I said I wasn't hungry."
"I didn't call you here so you could eat." Dad retorted. "You can starve yourself. I don't care."
First, ouch. Second, fuck you!
"Your mom and Mr Belmont were just telling me about your encounter with him," His voice was calm, but there was absolutely nothing calm about this man. He picked up his glass of orange juice and took a sip. "What did you say to him again?"
"Mr Parker," The bastard spoke, "I said it was okay…"
"No." Dad flicked his wrist at him, eyes still on me, "It's not okay, Mr Belmont. Clearly, this boy needs to learn some respect. I didn't raise my children like that. Now, tell me, Tate, what did you say to him again?"
My gaze shifted from Dad to the bastard. I didn't know what was more humiliating, the fact that my Dad asked me to repeat that or the fact that he was here in this very moment.
He must be squirming with joy.
Mom looked so nervous that you might think she was going to shit her pants, and Elena's eyes were still locked on the bastard as though she was on some shitty fantasy world.
Hell, that flipped my lid.
"Elena, will you fucking stop eye fucking him?" I shouted at her. "Jesus, you've never seen a good-looking guy before?!"
Elena's cheeks burned crimson with embarrassment.
"Oh, God, Tate!" Mom yelled.
"What?!" I shouted back defensively, "Don't you see the way she's been staring at him?! I'm fucking sure she'd undress right here and let him drill her in the table if he asked her to."
"Fuck you, Tate!" Elena spat, springing to her feet and dashing out of the room.
"This is exactly why I went to his home and told him to stay away." I lashed out.
"First off, Mr and Mrs Parker, I assure you that I'd never in any way think of your daughter sexually." He had such an air in his voice that made people believe him. Even I didn't have that. "Elena is a child, and I'm an adult. It's so, so wrong and illegal in many ways. Plus, I'll be her teacher starting Monday, so I just want to assure you that you've got nothing to worry about. I understand where Tate is coming from; he feels threatened by my presence and wants his sister to be safe…"
"Man, fuck you!"
"Tate. That's enough." Dad finally spoke. His voice was so low and calm, but he had such fire in his eyes that told me I was gonna get it tonight after this bastard left. "Understood, Mr Belmont. I trust you. You look like a responsible young man."
"Thank you, sir." He said with a faint smile, mildly revealing the whitest, smallest set of dentures I've ever seen.
His smile irritated the hell out of me, and I wanted nothing more than to reach across the table and give him the punch of his life.
"And please, let's drop the formalities. You can call me Red."
"Okay." Dad nodded.
Mom cleared her throat, "So, Red, which subject do you teach again?"
I picked up the glass of juice and took a drink from it.
"Economics."
I spat my drink over the table and on their faces in astonishment.
Now, mind you, I didn't do that on purpose, because I know that's what your knuckle brain is gonna think. The news astonished me a little too much.
Economics? Economics?!! He's Mr Landry's replacement? Oh, God, am I fucked? I think I'm fucked.