Forbidden Secret (Student/Teacher)

Forced Secrets

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Chapter 22

Bang! Bang! Bang!

That's all I felt and it was constantly hitting inside my head like a bomb each time I'd wince or attempt to get out of bed. What I remember, urm nothing or even how I made my way home and back to bed because I remember being so drunk and tipsy and like I said gin and juice don not mix well with me.

All I can manage to make out is my mom leaving with Chris for London, me balling my eyes out and making my way to the nearest bar when I met Ezra in with his friend.

Oh shit. Ezra. I must've been such an embarrassment to him, God I hope he doesn't hate me now.

I looked around the environment of my room and stopped because of the pounding headache that consumed my brain, almost like a metal rod knocking me each time then all of a sudden, spotting a navy blue shirt hanging over the railings of my bed.

Why the f*ck can't I remember anything?

With a ground I managed to get out of bed then being overlooked with a glass of water followed by two painkiller tablets on the side as my smile widened gently at the thought, popping both pills in my mouth and drank all the liquid contained in the glass.

"Ugh. Why get drunk Aria when you can't even handle one shot, Why!" I whisper to myself digging m hands into my so called hair. Or what I thought it was when I looked in the mirror as my expression changed in total horror.

Making my downstairs, I walked as slowly as possible each time scanning the place downstairs and finding it intact as sense of aroma literally walks past me and instantly my mind churns.

Pancakes. I smell pancakes. Where are the damn pancake! Gimme now.

And in surprise I walk towards the kitchen seeing not only breakfast, but a shirtless Ezra standing behind the stove unaware of my presence as I looked at him in nothing but agape.

But it didn't stop me and I just stared with no expression crossed me, taking in the...moment you could call it and without noticing he turned around while I straightened my ugly looking self, clearing my throat within the distance.

"G'Morning beautiful" He said strutting towards me and kissed the temple of my head.

"H-Hey," I stuttered as he was walked away from me and his broad self was now facing away from me again. First thing at came to my head was your professor, or I mean kissing buddy is standing in your kitchen, shirtless making you breakfast and your just standing there drooling. "E-Ezra- I- What is thi-"

"-no question, just sit and have your breakfast!" He demanded in a somewhat whisper and grabbed my hand and seated me on the bar stool, almost treating me like a child.

Self-consciously I looked down at my state and all I could think was how the hell and why do I look like this! I was wearing my yesterday garments as my black jeans were now rolled almost half way on my right leg and my top creased to the crumb more than I can imagine and don't get me started on the face and hair.

Again, he walked around the kitchen, shirtless must I add and walked towards the table and sat in front of me jaunt staring at me and eyed the pancakes sitting on my plate and raised him eyebrows for me to eat.

So he can cook then, big deal.

"Ezra, can you please tell me what's going on! Why am I in these clothes and why aren't I drunk somewhere and why are you in my house, ahem- shirtless?" I counted my problems, propping my elbows on the table and saw him smirk in a some sort of reply.