When I arrived at Mr. Gonzales' apartment building that evening after school got out for the day, I was completely surprised that he lived in a place like this. The apartment looked like a Doctor or a Lawyer lived in it. It looked really expensive and I couldn't stop looking around from the moment I got onto the elevator till the moment I got off of it and reached Mr. Gonzales' apartment door. When I stood in front of the door, I lightly knocked on it and waited for him to open it up. I was still in disbelief that Mr. Gonzales lived here. I know a teacher's salary wouldn't be able to afford apartments like these. I know this because my Uncle is a teacher.
When the door finally opened up, I was feeling even more anxious when Mr. Gonzales allowed me into his apartment. Even the inside of his apartment was expensive looking and well put together. I was so busy looking around his apartment that I didn't notice Mr. Gonzales was looking at me.
"Like what you see?" He asked me which broke me from my thoughts.
I quickly looked at him and nodded.
"Are you surprised to see that I live here because I'm a teacher?" He asked.
He practically took the words right out of my mouth. I nervously smiled and nodded.
"Don't be. Teaching isn't the only job I have." He said.
I nodded again and continued to look around his apartment more calmly now. That's when reality finally set it and my thoughts went from how expensive Mr. Gonzales place looked to me actually BEING in Mr. Gonzales place. I suddenly became even more nervous to the point where my heart wouldn't stop pounding. Mr. Gonzales must've noticed the look on my face and how uncomfortable I'm feeling because he quickly asked me the million dollar question.
"Are you nervous to be here?"
I looked at him and I slowly nodded, blushing because I felt a bit awkward to admit something like that. Then, Mr. Gonzales smiled softly.
"Don't be. How about you don't think of me as your teacher tonight?" He suggested.
I stared at him as my eyes widen, feeling very confused. If I'm not supposed to think of him as my teacher tonight, who am I supposed to think of him as?
"If...If I'm not supposed to think of you as my teacher, who am I supposed to think of you as?" I finally asked the dreaded question.
Mr. Gonzales continued to smile at me as he watched me with soft eyes.
"Why don't you just think of me as a regular man that's helping a teenager with homework?"
I slowly nodded, understanding.
"But, don't think of me as your dad, please." He said then chuckled.
I nervously smiled, trying to lighten up from his joke.
"Anyways, why don't you have a seat and i'll get us something to drink?" He suggested.
I nodded then I walked over to the living room and sat down on the comfortable black leather couch. I took my messenger bag off my shoulder and proceeded to pull out my Spanish book so we can get to work. Then, Mr. Gonzales came back over with a liquor bottle and two wine glasses. I stared at the bottle and wine glasses as he put them down on the coffee table in front of us then I looked up at him, confused about his beverage choice.
"Um...I can't drink yet..." I mumbled.
I watched as Mr. Gonzales sat next to me then he opened up the bottle and poured the red liquid into one of the glasses before handing it to me.
"There's a first time for everything right?" He said.
I slowly nodded as I hesitantly took the wine glass from him then looked at him. Mr. Gonzales sat there as he watched me, probably waiting for me to take a sip. Even though I'm not supposed to, it really wouldn't hurt if I took a small sip right? Just to try it out.
I slowly brought the glass to my lips then I took a small sip and I immediately felt a very weird, but delicious flavor from the wine. I started to smack my lips as I let my tongue get used to the flavor then I looked over at him.
"How is it?" He finally asked.
I scrunched up my face and felt a little tingle in the back of my throat.
"It's...It tastes weird...and it sorta tastes strong." I admitted.
Mr. Gonzales nodded as he smiled. "You'll get used to the taste as you keep drinking it." He said then he started to pour himself a glass of wine.
I watched him as he elegantly took a sip from the wine glass. It made him look so sophisticated and I started to wonder if he drinks wine often. Once he finished his sip, he looked over at me.
"Shall we get started?"
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"Say, 'Can I please have something to drink?'." Mr. Gonzales said as we were working on my sentences.
"Puedo.." I started. "Um..."
"tener algo." He said, trying to help me.
"tener algo." I repeated."
"de beber." He finished.
"de beber." I repeated then I sighed sadly.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
I shook my head. "It's just..." I said then sighed again before setting my Spanish book down on the coffee table next to the two empty wine glasses that both me and Mr. Gonzales had managed to finish off. Or should I say I had managed to finish off.
"Spanish is really hard and I don't see why we have to learn it in the first place. I have no plans to visit Mexico." I complained before I quickly stopped myself.
I looked over at Mr. Gonzales then slowly looked away.
"Sorry..." I said. I felt like I was sorta insulting him since he's originally from Mexico.
Mr. Gonzales lightly chuckled. "It's quite alright. I'm not offended."
"I feel like I would never get this. I'm just too dumb to understand Spanish."
Suddenly, Mr. Gonzales placed his hand on my leg and kept it there. I stared at his hand before slowly looking him in the eyes.
"Ryder, you're not too dumb to understand Spanish. Spanish just so happens to be the one subject that you're struggling in. There's nothing to be ashamed of and I don't mind helping you at all if you're ever in a rut. Understand?" He said.
I smiled softly and nodded.
"To be honest...even though you're struggling in Spanish, you're actually one of my favorite students." He admitted.
My eyes slowly widen a bit at his confession.
"R-really?" I questioned.
He nodded and continued to talk.
"Yes. I really enjoy helping you. At times, I sometimes would hope that you would call me over to help you."
Suddenly, I started to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I really couldn't believe what I'm hearing is actually coming out of Mr. Gonzales' mouth. Though, I started to feel a bit guilty about being his favorite student.
"But...wouldn't the other kids get jealous if they see you favoring me?" I asked.
Mr. Gonzales smiled then he reached his free hand over and lightly brushed my cheek with his fingers.
"They would indeed become jealous, but who says they have to know?" He said.
I slowly nodded as we both stared into each other's eyes. Feeling this close to Mr. Gonzales is bringing a lot of temptation to me and I can't seem to shake it off. Then, without thinking, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. I pressed my hand on the back of his head as I kissed him before I quickly parted from him, realizing what I had done.
"I...I'm sorry. That shouldn't have happen." I quickly said.
That's when Mr. Gonzales reached his hand to the back of my head and lightly ran his fingers through my hair.
"Don't be sorry." He said softly before leaning over and kissed me on my lips.
At first, my eyes widen from the sudden physical contact, but then they slowly closed as I allowed Mr. Gonzales to kiss me then I started to feel myself falling back onto the couch as he climbed on top of me. Now I really couldn't shake these feelings from my body as me and Mr. Gonzales kissed each other passionately and I started to feel his hands running down my body, giving me a cold shiver to my back.
Though, everything became increasingly confusing when I started to feel Mr. Gonzales' hands on my belt and I felt him trying to undo the belt on my pants. I quickly pulled away from him and stopped his hands.
"Wait...I'm a virgin." I quickly said.
"I don't mind." He whispered softly to me then he kissed me again, trying to undo my belt again before I pulled away from him once more.
I stared into his eyes, feeling absolutely confused. I didn't think things would lead to this. All I wanted to do was feel close to him and kiss him. I'm not ready to become physically intimate with him yet. So, I quickly jumped off the couch and grabbed my messenger bag.
"I'm sorry. I have to go." I said then I quickly left his apartment, forgetting my Spanish book.
Once I closed the door behind me, I pressed my back against the wall next to the door and rested my hand on my chest, feeling my pounding heart. I really hoped that what just happened in there really didn't happen and that I'm just dreaming because if anybody knew about Mr. Gonzales trying to get into my pants, especially my parents, all hell will break loose.
I let out a sigh of relief as I tried to catch my breath before I started to make my way over to the elevator to leave the apartment building and go home.
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