My Sarcastic Teacher

Chapter 10 ~Serpents in the Living Room~

I wake up in my room, the sun shining through the curtains in my window. I'm covered in head to toe with blankets, almost like I'm wrapped up like a burrito. I squirm out of the covers, on the floor is my shoes I wore to Natalie's last night. My head is throbbing and doesn't seem like it'll be stopping any time soon. I groan as I stand up from my bed, holding my head in my hands. That's when I notice what I'm wearing. 

It's not Natalie's dress, but instead, a large soft T-shirt that stops at my thighs. How the hell did I get into this? I walk out to my door, opening it to peer outside into the living room. Nick is nowhere to be seen, but I can hear some clattering come from down the hall. I close my bedroom door behind me as I quietly walk to where the noise is coming from. As I round the corner, I see Nick standing there, in pajama pants and no shirt on.

"Oh shi-" I whip back around the corner, hoping Nick didn't see me.

"Rider?" I hear footsteps and pray he doesn't walk any closer. Yet, my prayers go unanswered because he's now standing right next to me, peering down at me with his irresistible eyes.

"Yess?" I hiss, trying not to look at him anymore than I have to.

"Are you okay?" He asks, pushing off the wall and crossing his arms.

"I'm fine why do you ask?"  I turn around and prop myself up against the wall, trying to act casual.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" His eyes narrow, an unrecognizable look on his face.

"Wait, what about last night?" I ask, raising my eyebrows in confusion.

"That's what I thought." He leaves, his arms still crossed as he goes back to whatever he was doing.

"Wait, wait, seriously what're you talking about what happened last night?" I ask, following him.

"Nothing, it's nothing, forget I said anything." He waves his hand at me, shutting down the conversation. 

I look at him quizzically, he seems to also be avoiding eye contact with me, which I find to be odd of him. Usually, he enjoys making me as uncomfortable as possible, but as of now, it seems I'm the one who's making him uncomfortable. That's when I have a thought. Natalie would obviously know what happened last night, after all, she's much more atoned to alcohol than me. Besides, the last thing I remember was meeting Nick at the bar where he saved from that creepy dude. Nothing could've really gone that wrong, right?

"Okay... Well, if you're not going to tell me, I'll just go over to Natalie's." I awkwardly slap my hands against the walls and push myself away. 

"You really think that's necessary?" He grimaces, scratching his neck nervously. I squint my eyes at him, he's clearly hiding something. 

"Why wouldn't it be?" I cross my arms, continuing to hold my gaze. He looks away nervously, biting his lip. I've never seen Nick Baxter act this way. Granted we've only lived together a couple weeks because of early move in, but it's still strangely alarming.

"Nevermind, just go do what you want." Nick briskly turns away and starts to walk away towards his room. I watch him go, leaving me even more confused than I was before.

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"Hey Mel," Natalie answers groggily, as she opens the door. Natalie literally looks like death. Her auburn hair is pulled up into an extremely messy bun, her makeup from last night is smeared all over her face. She's still dressed in her shirt she wore last night as well. Heather, however, looks as if she slept like a beauty queen. Her blonde hair is glowing in a loose ponytail, her face clear of any makeup, yet she still looks like a goddess. Heather sits on her bed, her phone in her hand. Aaron is also here, laying close to Heather.