Can a hangover last for another day? Yes it surely can. Carrie and i spend the entire Sunday in bed under the sheets sleeping and throwing up. As Carrie suggested that to cure a hangover we have to drink again... she was wrong. And now we are here, Monday morning with me dressed in black, huge sun glasses as i walked into the class room of the man i gave my bra to. Needless to say, i was drowning in drunken shame. "Good morning class." Not even bothering to look up i sat down in front, tired and too lazy to climb the stairs. A huge bang came on my desk as i looked up seeing Andrew throwing the books on my desk. He gave a weak smile amused spreading through it. Lowering my head i shook it. "You know who wear sunglasses inside?" He asked me. I shrugged not knowing what to say. "Blind people," Of course. "And douche bags." Wow, that hurt. I removed the glasses with a soft groaned. "Lets begin with our lesson for today." For the rest of the lesson i could not even focus on Andrew, led alone on what he was teaching. Dozing of most of the times. All i heard was 'keep yourselves busy' my head crashed on the desk hard making me sobbed softly. I can't catch a break can i? "How are you doing?" Slowly moving my eyes up seeing Andrew bending down in front of my desk.

"I sure look like crap." I whispered. "I am sorry."

"Don't say sorry, as long as you are safe. And don't think i won't tease you." With that he stood up and walked back to his. Son of a mother fucker bitch.

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Sitting on the fountain my mind traveled and traveled, thank god i did not have to go to Andrew's office today, only Wednesdays and Friday's so that's fine and i- "Mr. Biersack is requesting you."

"why?" I asked the boy with my eyes narrowed through my sunglasses.

"How should i know." He scoffed and turned around walking away. Well this is just freaking fantastic. I pulled myself up and walked down the hallway, sighing deeply i knocked on the door, but to my surprise it was already open. I walked in seeing Andrew standing at his collection of books, going through one. I closed the door loud enough for him to hear.

"You asked to see me." I chocked out placing the glasses on my head, pushing back my hair. He turned around and walked over to his briefcase removing my bra, my eyes instantly grew wide, i turned to the door and back around in a weird motion, "Can i have it back please?"

"No you can't." He whispered closing the book, throwing it on the table. "Come here." Obeying instantly i strolled towards him, not to close and not to far. "Closer." I am sorry what? Before i could move he pulled me closer. His hand slid to my back and under my black sweater. I opened my mouth to speak but it was shut by his cold touch under my bra strap. "You kissed me and you got drunk because you felt guilty, why?"

"I have no idea." I admitted. "I am sorry sir."

"Andrew outside class, not sir, i am not my father." I nodded slowly biting the inside of my cheek. His hand moved up to the clip of my bra, he clipped it open making me gasped softly. He moved his hand back up to the strap sliding it down, and here i stood just like a potato.His eyes on mine.

Andrew pulled of my bra and placed it around his neck with the bra i 'gave' him that night. "I can't walk without a bra Andrew." I said. He clicked his tongue to and fro. "What?"

"You want to kiss me again?" He asked softly brushing his thumb up and down my bottom lip. I could not help but nod my head slowly. He leaned in and touched my lips, yet again a gasped escaped my mouth and into his. Moving closer till his body pressed to mine. "Have dinner with me tonight."

"I am sorry you said what now?"

"Have dinner with me."

"Is that a request?" I gulped.

He shook his head slowly."No. You may go."

I back up and walked out of the office not even glancing back at Andrew. What the hell was that?

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