My Plump Physics Teacher

Chapter 3

Nicole

Man, what a lazy girl, that chick who was with the hill's owner, I don't know how these girls manage to live like this, do they depend on the guy to buy a plate of food? I swear! I can't handle it.

My mother leaves the boarding house at 5 PM, so Luana and I had lunch and I went home, with my suitcase behind me. I wanted to take a shower, change clothes, after all, I had been working all morning, I'm sweaty, I already ran to my car, so I needed to splash some cold water on my body.

"There will be samba at Mr. Zeca's bar, we're going," my mom informs me before we leave the boarding house, and I'm super excited, with my favorite suitcase in tow.

"What's up with that face, Luana?" I ask her while taking a shower and she's sitting on the bathroom floor.

Yes, we have that level of intimacy, and I know this little suitcase very well.

"Jonathan and I would be celebrating 12 years today since our first kiss," she says, and I look at her while rinsing the soap from my eyes.

"And as always?" I can already imagine what happened.

"He sent a breakfast basket, a bouquet, and a letter with a photo of us," she says and I stare at her. "I'll never accept what he did. Since our first kiss, it would have been 12 years together, and I just can't forgive him," she says and I look at her seriously.

"You need therapy, because he does everything for you, you know that. Even not being together, he tries to support you in every way, and you both love each other. You can't stand seeing him with someone else, you suffer like mad, and he can't see you with anyone either, even if it's just a fling, he goes nuts. Anthony is living proof, he's still in jail because he dug into the guy's past. Forgive him, try to talk... or really go to therapy," I say and she laughs.

"I can't, he does these things because he wants to, every time there's an invasion you know the hell he puts me through," she says and I cut her off.

"And you do the same to him, you take care of his mother like no one else, that woman idolizes you. Do you really think it was all his fault? You know back then he didn't have control over everything, you're not teenagers anymore, he didn't mean any harm, and he never committed to anyone, you know very well why, so try to change this game... you've never even talked to him about everything that happened, you tried to kill him and almost got arrested, and you were called out here too, so, seriously, think this through," I say finishing my shower and she didn't say anything else.

She flopped onto my bed after we left the bathroom. I got ready, organized some things, some materials for the Studio I want to open here on the hill, and received a message from a home care company.

"Hello, Dr. Nicole, a position has opened up," she goes through all the specifications and my eyes just light up at the pay and the specialty, children! Without a doubt, I accepted immediately.

I start tomorrow, and I already went to get material to research, to get informed, to draft a treatment plan, already super excited.

"See you at home to get ready, I'll meet you at the pagoda," Luana gets up from my bed and her face was even puffy.

She left without even waiting for my response, but she knows I'm right, I say things for her own good, and she knows it.

I took a nap and woke up to my mom shouting and banging on the door.

"You have twenty minutes to be ready, or you pay for the ice," my soul left my body, and I'm still trying to find it somewhere out there.

I jumped out of bed, threw myself under the shower, took a cold shower to wake up, and got ready. I put on a sand-colored dress with some fringes, it's knit style, a little heel, did the fastest makeup in the universe, grabbed a little bag to put my money, charger, and cell phone, never leave without them. I put on the nice perfume my mom gave me for my birthday, it's from my favorite brand, and she paid it off in six installments to give it to me, even though she didn't have to, but I love that we fight hard to give each other the best we can.

"I'm readdyyyy I'm in the car, let's go Mrs. Adriana, the first round is on you," I shout and dash like a ninja to the car competing with her and bursting into laughter.

I got in the car and that feeling of satisfaction washed over me. I put on my accessories because I didn't want to lose the race for the first round and sped off to the square.

"Oh my daughter, what a dream this car is, you deserve it so much my love, I know your hard work, how much you deprive yourself, you deserve it so much," my mom was still all enchanted and so was I.

We arrived at the square and Luana was arriving on her motorcycle too, I touched up my gloss looking in the mirror and I looked fabulous!

"Let's celebrate your success," my mom was already getting out of the car dancing samba.

"Wow, mom, wow!" I said and we went to a little bar we like, which usually isn't too crowded with hustlers and their women, even though it still gets packed.

"First round is on my mom," I already warned Luana and the singer was already performing at the square, the sound was amazing and the square was crowded, as usual.

I was drinking beer, chatting with them, excited, talking about life, my mom sharing the drama from the boarding house, and the two of us cracking up at the girls who embarrass themselves.

When out of nowhere a space opens up at the bar we were at, a fleet of guys doing security for Urso, out of nowhere, because he never stayed at this bar, always at that other one across the way... I didn't understand anything, but... it's his problem, right.

He sat with that bunch of guys around him, Jonathan came in giving Luana a menacing look, and she looked away immediately.

"Let's dance, come on," my mom called us and we went to samba.

A circle formed around us and we danced with a drink in hand, celebrating our achievement. We laughed happily, and I felt my body burn, him looking at me intently, the girls around him and there he was.

Standing still, with a beer glass near his mouth, his gold jewelry shining, his gaze as if piercing my soul.

"So fat and still thinks she's something, poor thing," the blonde from earlier bumps her shoulder into me and I just give her a little accidental hip bump while dancing and she flies away and comes back towards me wanting trouble and I went straight at her.

"Are you crazy, damn it? Do you know who I am? Touching me with that disgusting body?" she yells and when she raises her hand I just hear the sound of tables falling and his scent filling the air

"Are you crazy, damn it? Who are you here that I don't even recognize?" he stood between us and stared at her.

"Did you see what she did?" she yells at him.

"Lower your voice, damn it, who are you talking to here? Am I just anyone in this damn place?" he shouts and she falls silent. "I saw it all, I was watching closely," he says and at that moment my body heats up. "Get out of here, Larissa, before I get annoyed with your face, don't raise your voice to me or I'll slap you without hesitation," he says grabbing her by the neck, pulling her back by the hair, finger in her face, when he finishes speaking, he pushes her out of the bar and she ends up in the middle of the street.

I can't deny it, I loved it!

"Turn the music back up," he says loudly and stops in front of me staring even more intensely than before, if that's possible.

The heat consumed my body, and I maintained my composure, my throat was dry, and I wasn't going to say anything, it wasn't necessary.

He moved away, silently too, went back to his table and my mom approached nervously already bombarding me with questions.

"Let's go back to dancing," I said downing a glass of beer and returned to samba in the middle of the bar seeing him staring at me even more.

He shook his head with a mischievous smile and ran his hand over his mouth, what a man, ladies, what a man. But I'm not giving him any attention. I'm not getting involved in this mess.

"What a scene, huh, Urso getting involved like that, scolding the young girl who's always with him, unbelievable," she says looking at me with mischief.

"Ugh, too much talk," I change the subject and call the waiter asking for another bucket and sit down a bit feeling hot and feel that he was still watching me.

Damn it!

"My loves, I'm leaving," I say getting up some time later, I had already danced, already laughed. "Tomorrow I work early, new patient, and I have to be great," I say and call the waiter to pay.

"It's already covered, Nick, relax," he says and I don't understand, since none of us paid.

"What do you mean?" as soon as I ask it hits me and I look at the Bear who raises his glass to me.

I just nod and my mom waves at him all happy, since she knows him, he eats at the boarding house nearly every day, my mom is the most beloved among the locals, and then he gives her a peace sign, but still staring at me.

I head to my car, say goodbye to Luana and go home with my mom.

"I didn't get why the bear paid the bill, girl!" my mom comments and I shrug.

"If a thug has a conscience, his must be feeling guilty, two fights involving his girl in one day, first with you, then with me. It's about time he put her in her place anyway, what he did was the bare minimum," I say to her, and she laughs and looks at me suggestively and I shake my head. "Good night my goddess, see you tomorrow," I say goodbye to her and go to my room.

I take a shower and the way that man looked at me was already making me dizzy. I couldn't think of anything else but his eyes, his intensity, his scent.

"Get off this path, Nicole," I say to myself while putting on my pajamas and throw myself on the bed to sleep.

Which was a struggle, by the way.

I woke up with the alarm, jumped out of bed, tidied up my room, and went to the bathroom to shower, do my morning routine, and get ready for the day.

I put on black leggings, a black polo shirt with my name on it, did my hair, put on my usual accessories, spritzed on some fresh perfume, did my hair, and went to grab my things.

I was already dressed, ready to go when I picked up my phone to confirm the address.

"Wait a minute," I pause reading the address. "This street, oh no, it can't be," I say still processing the information.

At his house, seriously? I must be the butt of a joke, there's no other explanation.