Biology

hangover

It late so sorry for mistakes, (worse than usual 🙈😜) thanks for all the lovely comments x

She hadn't stayed too much longer after that, bumping into him and the chips seemed to have sobered her up.
"Don't go, the night is young" Zoe whined.
"It's 4am" Connie glared at her.
"Oh shit really, Max is going to kill me" she laughed. "I forgot my key" she grimaced.
"What are you 18" Connie smirked.
"No but that guy you were chatting to was" she spoke her total amusement obvious.
"17 actually" connie laughed loudly at zoes face.
"Yeah so next time choose someone who's not young enough to be my son!".
"My bad he's hot though even that's probably inappropriate for me to say" she winked.
She rolled her eyes as she forcefully dragged Zoe from the club moaning, Rita barely standing as they crawled into the cab.

She showered and climbed into bed, she couldn't help think on his words. The pain and loneliness in his eyes at those honest words, "my step dad is a nasty piece of work". She couldn't help notice his demeanour after class and his lack of euthasim to leave. She was probably way over thinking it but for a boy who was cocky confident and popular she couldn't help notice the other side to him. He had lost his cockiness his bravado more this evening and she couldn't help think if she had been bumped into a teacher in a club 20 years ago she would have been very cocky and shown off. But he hadn't it had been nice to see his softer side. She mentally shook herself as she rolled over and realised over an hour she had been lying here pondering over him. He probably meant the normal parent fiascos of rules and boundaries, she shouldn't over think it. Shutting it down she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The weekend came and went much the same as always too much wine not much company and a load of marking. She couldn't help but think how things used to be, how things could be again if she only had the balls to see it through. But it would seem her quite suburban life had literally sucked the feisty sheer bloody mindedness from her in her short time away from the cut and thrust of hospital life.
Loosing the baby had been devastating after walking away from surgery to put them first, the fresh start she never even got to make. She didn't want to have to work with him, see him not after he had rejected her and their child and then as if his Ill wishing had worked as she had lost him. A beautiful boy at 23 weeks, she wiped her cheek at her memory she often tried to bury deep down. His pale rose tinted cheeks he had been so small, perfectly formed but never to take a breathe. How she had held him for hours before they had pried his body from her arms, the hand and foot prints she had beside her bed the only thing to show he ever existed.

She blamed Sam she did the stress and upset he had caused, he had ripped everything from under her and then somehow the cool farcarde of control and passion was lost and all that was left was the crumpled mess a shell of who she had been before him. She had been highly acclaimed, professionally unrivaled in her field a burning passion for her job and in that simple loss of something she had never intended to be there in the first place it had changed her monumentally.
She watched Zoe and even Rita and their stories of work and the hospital and she ached for it, she loved teaching but it was never what she was born to do.

No point dwelling on it, this was her now the fire out and satisfied with less, as she headed into the school grounds she caught Jacobs gaze a broad grin.
She forced her smile down and moved her gaze to the floor as she powered past him, she would pretend their meeting had never happened. It was highly awquard and unprofessional, as they piled into the class she took herself into work mode. Handing out the sheets for the test, as she heard the groans in unison as they read over the paper.
"Right silence we have an hour to give this a go" she spoke looking around the room refusing his eager gaze as they all put their heads down and carried out her instructions.

"So going to pretend the other night didn't happen eh, tough blow" he smirked leaning against her desk.
"I think that's the best route, seeing as I was drunk and you were very much underage" she bit her lip seeing the intense way his eyes met hers.
"I enjoyed myself, it was nice talking to you" he smiled moving closer. She couldn't help let her eyes betray her and momentarily flicker between his gaze and his lips, as he moved closer. "You know we could always meet up again outside of school" he offered.
"Hmm no I don't think that would be appropriate" she sighed. "But I was thinking about what you said, you know I'm here if you need to talk" she smiled softly.
She watched his expression of eagerness change to withdrawal, as she moved her hand to catch his and he moved backwards. Both frozen in that second at the surprise touch, both moving eyes to meet one another's  faces. She was sure he could hear her heart thumping so loudly inside her chest.

"I'm fine, I don't even remember what I said, drink makes me overly sensitive" he offered. She watched him considering his answer finding it something strange for a guy to offer up as an excuse, "really" she asked moving closer.
She could feel his breath against her cheek, "Yes he's just a dick and we hate each other. No big deal" he shrugged it off, as the bell rang around the classroom she found herself drawing back to the safe confines of her chair.
"If Your sure" she smiled sadly trying to read him, something bothered her now she thought about it.
"I'm all good and we can keep drunken chip adoring Mrs Beauchamp between us" he smiled kindly.
"Thank you" she chuckled lightly as the next class began to fill in and he made his exit. She sat reflecting at the encounter for a moment before the noise brought her back to the present.