“Not until tomorrow.”
“You promised to play video games with me.”
“How about I give Ruby tomorrow off and we spend the entire day together?”
“Promise?”
“Scout’s honor. Happy now?”
“Yes!”
“Good. See you tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
I peer towards the crowd again, determined to choose a woman and leave within the next thirty minutes.
It’s been two weeks since I started my position, and everything has been great. A few students were unruly, so the first couple days were a bit rough until it was made clear I’m not a pushover. I spend a quarter of each period teaching health in a classroom. The rest of the time is spent in the gym. My fellow teachers are friendly and helpful. Sebastian likes his new school and has made some friends. My mom walks him to the bus stop every morning and meets him there in the afternoons. Adrian and I have been on several dates. He’s simply amazing and has all the qualities I expect in a man, but I prefer to take things slow, which he’s agreed to. We’re meeting tomorrow morning for Sebastian’s first swim lesson.
Anneli called me insane for staying after school on a Friday to grade papers and work on lesson plans. I glance at the clock hanging above the doorway. It’s nearly nine. I didn’t realize how late it was. I power off the laptop and gather my belongings before heading to the exit. Shit, it’s raining hard and I don’t have an umbrella. Even if I did, it probably wouldn’t do me any good in this heavy downpour. I’ll need to be extra cautious driving home. I race across the parking lot towards my car, getting drenched in seconds. Switching on the windshield wipers provides little help.
Twenty minutes later, my car begins to shake and sputter.
“No, no, no, please don’t do this to me.”
The piece of junk dies in the middle of the fucking exit ramp. I have no money for a tow truck, let alone repairs.
“Piece of fucking shit.” I punch the steering wheel.
I rummage through my bag in search of my cell phone. I can’t call Anneli. She’s working a twelve-hour shift tonight. Where is my cell phone? I dump the contents of my bag on the passenger seat when I fail to find the damn thing. It’s not here. Damn, I forgot to get it from the desk drawer.
Fuck!
I’m up shit creek without a damn paddle.
Calm down. Freaking out is not going to help the situation.
Being stranded on an exit ramp on a dark rainy night isn’t safe. Any motorist coming around the bend could hit my car, and I might be responsible for the accident. I turn on the emergency lights, then leave the car and walk up the ramp to flag down the next motorist who takes this exit. I’ll probably be sick as a dog by tomorrow for standing in the rain. It’s going to be a long night.
I’m driving down the highway in my Aston Martin while Carrie—or is her name Cassie? I’ll just call her Brunette—slobs all over my dick. She’s definitely not a pro, but she’s getting the job done. When I turn on the exit ramp, a person appears out of nowhere, wildly flailing their arms.
“Fuck!” I jerk the wheel, crashing into the guardrail.
Brunette sits up, rubbing her face. “What happened?”
“Stay here.” I put my dick in my pants before leaving the car in a rage.
“Are you okay?” the stranger asks.
“If you weren’t a woman, I’d beat the shit out of you!” I shout.
“Fuck you, asshole! You would’ve seen me if you had been paying attention.”
I can barely hear her through the torrential rain, and the headlights from my car reflecting off the pavement make visibility nonexistent.
“What the fuck are you doing out here?”
“It’s such a lovely fucking night I decided to take a stroll on the highway!”
