Teacher's Pet; BE

4.

Aria walked into the party alone.
    She wasn't able to bring her friends along, she just wanted to fight the lesbian allegations against herself.   
    She wanted people to think she was into Ethan, who happens to be the most popular and hottest guy in the school.
   But she wasn't into him.
She was into an older woman with black hair and icy blue eyes.
   And she was much taller than her being that Aria is only 4'11. Anyone is taller than her.  
   She looked around and didn't recognize anybody from school.   
    That was until Ethan walked up behind her giving her a little scare.   
     "You made it." He said with a surprised expression across his face.
   "Of course I did.." she said, a look of disgust ringing across her own face.   
     "Come over here. Have a drink. We got that strong shit."
   He practically shoved a cup of Alcohol down Arias throat making her cough and gag.
    "That little bit will have you blacked out in no time." He teased.
    But he was right.
45 minutes passed and she was feeling woozy, her eyesight was blurry and her head was spinning.
    She ran outside and fell off of the last step, lading on her face.
   "Fuck." She cried out, trying to stand up.
She couldn't get up.
   Her legs felt heavy and stiff.
All she could do is lie there and hope somebody she knows would help her up off of the dirty wet ground.
"Are you okay?" A gentle voice asked, towering over the young girl.
    "No.. yeah I'm fine. Just fell." She slurred her words, but she knew she wasn't drunk enough to forget everything.  
    The person helped her up but she wasn't stable in her feet so they picked her up, catching her by surprise.
  Aria closed her eyes as the walked out to the street where the cars were parked but opened them when the familiar scent hit her.
   Her teacher was carrying her drunk student to her car.
   "Miss O'Connell I- are you going to tell my parents?" She worriedly questioned, trying to wriggle out of her embrace.
    "It's Billie.. and no I'm not. I promise."
Aria was being placed into a black car with leather seats.   
    She looked at Miss. O'Connell... Billie with wide worried eyes.   
    "I can't go home drunk. If you take a left melody lives down that way." She pointed as they passed the street.
   Billie just stayed quiet and jumped on the freeway.   
    The rest of the drinks began to hit Aria a lot harder to the point where she fell asleep, curled in a ball on the passenger seat.
    She felt herself being carried once again but this time they were waking up the stairs to an apartment.
    "W-where are we?" Aria asked, her eyes growing wide again.   
   "My apartment. You can crash here on the couch tonight and I'll take you home in the morning."
   Billie carried the young, drunk girl to the bathroom and placed her on the sink.
    Her dress was torn from her shoulder to her elbow, and her skin was covered in road rash. So was the side of her face and her palms.
    "These look pretty bad Aria."
"I didn't even know I was banged up. I don't feel anything." She truthfully whispered.
   "That's the alcohol honey. You'll feel it when it wears off."
   Billie wet a cloth and wiped it across the bloody scrapes.
  And finally she left aria in the bathroom for a moment but came back with a change of clothes.
"It's the least I can do. Change and come to the living room. We can watch a movie."
Aria heard the door click behind the elder woman as she walked out of the bathroom.
Aria quickly got changed into the tshirt and shorts and made her way to the living room.
"Where do your parents think you are?" Billie asked while aria sat down beside her.
"Kira's house for a sleep over. The girls are covering for me."
Aria sounded disappointed. She was disappointed, deeply disappointed in herself for getting herself in this position.
"Do you like titanic? You mentioned it in your essay, I thought maybe we could watch it."