Larissa Weems X Reader One Shots. <3

Spring Break PT 2. SFW

Summary: Reader wakes up in Larissa's bed with little to no memory of the previous (very drunken) night. She avoids Larissa for as long as possible. (It's not very long).

Warnings: Stressful / anxious feelings, teacher x principal, slight angst and mostly fluff <3 best friends to lovers <3
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It was the pounding ache inside your head that rose you from slumber. Though despite the agony, your mind was peaceful, thoughts at bay.

The sunlight squeezed itself into the toasty room through what you assumed would be sparse gaps in curtains, if you had to guess with your eyes still shut. It felt as if your brain had been meticulously spooled out and replaced with wool — the fog was deeply ingrained in your head, blurring any memories you had from last night.

Last night — what happened last night? It wasn't exactly a mystery considering the thumping neuralgia was, in fact, a familiar sense (though it had been terribly long since you felt a hangover quite this bad).

Within the time it had taken you to muster up enough strength to tear your eyelids apart, squinting in offence at the sheer audacity of the sunlight to disturb your restful sleep, you felt a brush of soft skin against your bare upper arm and your face drained in colour as you froze in place.

It then dawned on you that Larissa was resting beside you, even breaths leaving her pink lips and caressing your neck.

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at her, too embarrassed and afraid of what you'd see. You didn't even have to look at her — a flood of snippets from last night replayed in your head on loop until you flung Larissa's plush duvet off your body, rushing out of her quarters and into the empty halls of Nevermore, not once looking back — not at Larissa, bare-faced and vulnerable, and not at the nightstand, where a tall glass of water and pain medication sat.

What had you done last night? You promised yourself that you would never sabotage your career, and yet you woke to find yourself in the Principals bed — in your best friends bed, of all people. There wasn't a curse word in the English language that held enough weight to relieve your anxiety for even a second.

You stumbled into your own sleeping quarters feeling nauseas, filled with dread. Three days until the students arrived back in time for classes to start meant three days of you and Larissa completely alone. You wanted to apologise — you should apologise. But for what?

If only you remembered the night clearly, maybe you would've known how to behave the entirety of your Friday, but you didn't; you stupidly dived under your desk when she had drummed her knuckles against the door to your classroom at noon. And when you caught a glimpse of Larissa entering the cafeteria as you were grabbing a snack an hour later? You'd crawled under the tables, out of sight, until you were able to sneak out of the exit.

By evening time, you were wearily moseying your way through the library, fingers cascading along thousands of novels as you hoped to stow away in the aisles of books until night time — that way, you'd be sure Larissa wouldn't sneak up on you unexpectedly.

You were so incredibly naive sometimes.

Despite the fatigue, your eye caught sight of one of your most beloved books and you halted in your tracks, admiring the spine as you let your pointer finger skim along the letters. A fond smile crossed your face as you let the feeling of nostalgia encompass you, freeing you of previous stresses momentarily. The scent of wood and vanilla was present in the air, heightening the sensation further and you couldn't help yourself as you pinched the top of the spine, sliding the novel out of its designated spot.