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

Saint Peters Academy. 27.

The next morning I woke up with the mega head ache and a solid arm around my waste. Looking around the room I could not recognize a single familiar feature. The sleeping body next to me let out a low growl before rolling over allowing me to see his face.

Oh God.

"Ash, Ash wake up. Ash." Shoving his shoulder gently I realized the pitiful shoving of my arm against his would do little to rise him from such deep slumber. Gently attempting to slide out from under his heavy arm, I lifted up the blanket relieved to see we were both wearing under pants and I, a bra. At least I didn't sleep with him.

I pushed against his body with all my weight successfully pushing him off the bed and onto the ground. He sat up and looked at me with shock.

"Crap Nean. You're still here? God I was supposed to wake you and send you back at six. You need to go. Now."
"I know. But I have nothing to wear. I can't find my dress!" I said pointing out the fact I was in only my underwear and boy shorts.
"Here. Take my shirt and go. Now."
I caught the shirt he threw at me and pulled my self into it. Just as I was reaching for the door knob I felt a hand around my wrist pulling me back. Protective arms wrapped around my slender torso.
"Nean please, don't get caught. I really like teaching here. I really don't want to get fired." I let my head rest against his firm torso for just a second longer before replying.

"I know. I'll try. I promise."
Slipping his hand under my chin he pulled my head up to meet his and gently placed his lips on mine.
"I'm sorry. I should have woken you earlier. I'll see you in class."
Shocked, I was entirely speechless as I made my way out the door and back to my room.

Luck to be seen by no one. Opening the door to my dorm my eyes landed upon piles of bottles, bodies and broken glass. I tip toed past the bodies to my room which luckily had stayed locked all night. Removing the key from the pocket I had sewn into my bra I unlocked the door and flopped onto my bed and into a very deep sleep.

The next day was long and dreary. Waking up at one thirty I had missed both lunch and breakfast, the remnants of my early morning kiss were still fresh on my mind. Shaking myself from the feather down bed I exited my room to find the lounge very similar to the state it had been in this morning, minus the comatose bodies. Great.
Shaking the sleep from my limbs and head I began to start the great clean up slowly to be joined by others sharing my dorm.

"Far Nean, you sure know how to throw one mean party. People will be talking about this one for centuries."
" I couldn't believe it when Mr. Blake shut us down though. That totally sucked."
"He shut us down?" The last thing I remembered was my ingenious idea to go bake his car.
"Yeah, right after he caught you in the parking lot. What happened to you after that by the way. I never saw you come back in. We ditched as soon as we heard Blake coming but it was to late for you. We all came back up here and next thing we know Blake's shutting us all down."
"I think I coma'd in a bush. I seriously have no clue. God I was so wasted."

"We know. We figured that when you started trying to tell us Muse Uprising was a very sexy song and would be great to strip to. Then even more so when you got up on the bar and took you top off. Very hot by the way." I geared evilly at Carter for his idiotic remark.

Just as the evening began to settle down and the scent of vomit finally began to vacate the room Warren finally left his room.

“Warren. You’re up. About time.”

He looked at me questioningly before checking the clock.

“Well. What do you know?”

I let out a quick giggle before returning to the half mopped floor. As the other boys exited their rooms dresses in there formal dinner uniform I realized it was probably time for me to get changed as well.

“Do you want us to wait for you Nean or just meet us down there?”

“I’ll just meet you there. I’ll probably be a while.” I also really wanted to have a little chat to Warren concerning our current relationship.

As the boys left the room I dropped the mop and made my way over to his half dead body.

“Warren I don’t think this is working out.”

Were those not the exact words said to me little over a term ago?

“What? What do you mean? Why?”

“Look Warren when I got into this, I wanted a nice little fling. Friends with benefits. Every time we’re alone you refer to me as your girlfriend. You’re just too clingy and I can’t handle that right now. I’m sorry. It’s just not working out.”

“Are you serious. You’re dumping me because I’m to clingy? Bullshit. This is because of him isn’t it? Because of Blake. Because you’re in love with him. Well you know what. I’m going to dob you in.”

“Warren seriously. Don’t do that. There is nothing between us other than friendship.” And the occasional mid morning kiss after sleeping in each others arms all night. “If you go dobbing him in on false allegations he’ll loose his job. Please Warren. He’s a good teacher. Don’t do that. Wait till you’ve calmed down. Do something to get back at me. Not him.”

Warren sighed before turning to face me. “Fine I wont do it, yet. But if I find out there is anything going on between you to more than teacher student then I swear to god I'll be the first one up to visit your dad.”

I took a deep gulp of air. Nothing could happen between Ash and I now. Not with Warren watching so close.

“That’s fine Warren. I’ll be second.”