Saint Peters Academy, My Fathers Private Boarding School for Boys.

Saint Peters Academy. 25!

I was currently perched upon the dryer in the laundry of the teachers halls. The night, and half the morning had been awesome. We had gone to the cutest diner with all these grandma-ish things like pink netting curtains and tea cozies. So classic. From there we had headed down the main strip. Alcohol flew through my veins as I thought about all the dancing I had done that evening. I started giggling as I saw Ash walk through the door to the laundry.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhushhhhhhhh." As he drunkenly drew out the sh of this simplistic word he put his finger over his lips and rested against me on the dryer. We were in very close contact.
"You Shhhhhhhhhhhhhushhhhhhhhhh." I laughed at my obvious drunken stupor. "I am drunk-ind."
"No you are beautiful."
"Yes but I am also drunk-ind."
"I know this is really bad but I really want to kiss you right now."
I froze. Oh how bad did I want to kiss him. I couldn't help my self but to lean forward toward his arms. This was wrong. So wrong. He was my Teacher. I was his student. I already had a boyfriend. I'm dating Warren.

"I'm dating Warren."
He froze.
"What."
I immediate sobered up.
"I'm dating Warren. He asked me out the other day and I said yes. I'm dating Warren. As much as I want to kiss you right now I can't."
"Oh god. You're my student. I could get fired. What and I doing. I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow Janine."
With that he slipped upstairs and into his room.
"Fuck."

I woke up in an unfamiliar room with little recollection of the night before.
"Ugh, what happened last night? Why do I have a tea cozy on my head?" as I asked myself these questions I heard a gentle chuckle from the door. I sat up and saw Ash leaning against the door frame. "Where am I?"
"You're at the teachers halls remember. Saint Peters Academy. Your dad's the principle."
"Right. I remember. What happened last night?"
He laughed. "We got wasted last night remember? Down town? We were both so hammered."
"Sooooo don't remember a thing. How come you're not laying in bed practically dead with the worst headache known to man?"
"Because I am a much more experienced drinker than you and I know to drink water in between and have a power-aid before bed."
"Ugh. Well do you want to remind me to do that next time?"
"There won't be a next time Nean. Not for us any way."
"What. What do you mean?"
"I have to stay away from you. At least till the end of the year. Last night was just to close to call. You're my student. I can't do this to myself, or to you. I like you Nean. I really do but it's not going to work. I'm sorry, but this has to be a purely professional relationship from now on."