LEILA

prologue

I woke up to the blinding rays of the sun reflecting through the glass. I yawn, stretching my arms up and wondering how the hell I landed on a bed, when all I remember were sweaty bodies, beats and bass vibrating in the wall and shaking up the place, and clanks of shot glasses. Oh, no, that's not all! I remember dancing wildly with an incredible hunk in a drunk state, but the rest is vague already.

Sighing, I roll to the other side of the bed but stopped halfway by a sharp pain that shot through my head. Damn. I feel so horrible. I forced myself to open my eyes, and it did, but it nearly went out of its
sockets because of the familiar quiff and angelic face sleeping soundly in front of me-- naked?!

HOLY SHIT.

I JUST FUCKED MY MATH TEACHER LAST NIGHT!