Hot For Teacher(9)

“I’s fink I’m dunk.” Either the floor is tilting, or I’m leaning on Liam. I lean my head over to the side and rest it on his arm…or his chest since he has his arm wrapped around me trying to hold me up.

He laughs a little. “Yeah, I think you are, too, but you’re allowed to let loose once in a while.”

I don’t say anything back. I just shuffle my feet to keep up with him, and he is soon placing me into the car so we can all head home. I lay my head back against the seat, close my eyes, then quickly open them again.

“Girls…I had fuch a dood time t’night. Dere’s so much I need to wearn.” I start to giggle after I say that. I don’t know why I said that. It just kind of came out of know where.

That announcement causes a round of laughter. “You’re how old, Haley? What could you possibly have to learn?”

“Dat’s a woaded testion,” I slur back. I jolt forward so I’m partially hanging into the front seat. “I’f never dated. I’f never even been tissed.” The entire car goes silent, and I feel all eyes on me, but I just keep going. It keeps pouring out of my mouth at record speed. “Hell, I’s prolly the only virgin you know.” I can kind of hear the whispers of the girls. I didn’t realize how much alcohol I had drank. The world starts spinning, so I slowly sit back and take a deep breath. I hope like hell I don’t remember any of this tomorrow. It’s not likely that the girls will let me forget. At least the guys aren’t around to hear me humiliate myself. It’s hard telling what they would do with the information I just divulged to them. Maybe come morning time, all will be forgotten.

I vaguely remember pulling into the drive. I remember Kaylee pulling me out of the car and Liam standing there and together they both manage to get me upstairs and into my bed. My eyes close as soon as I hit the pillow, but I don’t pass out right away. I can hear them talking in the background.

“Jesus, how much did you let her drink?” Liam whispers.

“Don’t worry about it. She’ll sleep it off and be fine. You’ll see.” I can hear Kaylee smack his arm and then the door shuts. That’s the last thing I remember.





Chapter Five


What in the hell did I do last night? That’s what I kept asking myself every time I tried to open my eyes and failed miserably. The pounding in my head is like nothing I have felt before. My stomach’s a little nauseous, but I don’t feel the urge to run to the bathroom. How could they let me drink that much? It’s not like I stopped them. It’s not like I didn’t have the option to turn it down. I could have very well stopped any time I wanted, but it felt good to do something bad.

I take a deep breath and force myself to sit up. “Oh God.” That’s about the dumbest thing I could have done. I close my eyes and just sit there for a minute, and that’s when I hear someone trying to stifle a giggle.

“Haley…you okay?” I believe it’s Kaylee who says this, but it sounds like she’s shouting.

I place my finger in front of my lips. “Shhh.” I bring my legs up and sit Indian style, resting my achy head in my hands.

“Here…I brought you some Tylenol.”

I peel my eyes open and slowly raise my head to see Kaylee standing there with Tylenol and a glass of water. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she whispers, placing them in my hand.

I reach for the water and pop the two pills in my mouth in record time. “How long am I gonna feel like this?”

She laughs again. “Sorry. Umm…everyone’s different, but you should feel better in a bit. You need to get up and get moving around…get some food in your stomach, that’ll help.” She leaves the room, closing the door softly behind her as she goes.

Move around? How in the hell am I supposed to move around when I feel like this? As much as I hate myself right now, I scoot closer to the edge of the bed until my feet hang over and just sit there for a moment. Maybe if I don’t move anymore, it’ll stop hurting. I give myself a little pep talk before I finally get my hung-over ass up, find my way to the bathroom, and turn on the shower. When I see that the steam has finally started to billow up and out, I strip down and climb in. I stand there and let the water run over me, not bothering to move the hair that is hanging in my face, and just soak in the heat; letting the warmth make me feel better. Not wanting to run the hot water completely out, I run through the motions of washing my hair then my body. I decide to stand there for another minute before I get out.

“I thought you’d still be asleep.”