Mystery lover

what happened?

*Laura Clark's POV*

I was creating this week's lesson plans for my 4 classes when I was disturbed by a loud knocking at my door. i had no idea who it could be, I live alone and my family live 60 miles away, so it was no way it was them. I can't say I really have many friends nearby as I only moved her 3 weeks ago, maybe it's the neighbours. I walked down the small hallway from my lounge to the front door, as I opened the door I was incredibly shocked to see that standing there was no other than Jamie, my hot student Jamie, wait what 'HOT???????' I mean she is but I never thought I would think that about a student before. I mean I am 23 so there is only about 5 years age difference but that is no excuse she is my student.

she was swaying in the doorway with tears streaming down her cute face. whoa hold yourself together there's a student staggering and crying in your doorway, I was confused to say the least and that Is when I saw the almost empty whiskey bottle that she was grasping. I don't know what to do, I have a drunk hot student on my doorstep crying her eyes out, do I invite her in, it was already a shock when she arrived at my classroom door this morning and now she is here at almost 7 pm drunk beyond her years while sobbing.

I hoped that the bottle was nowhere near full when she started drinking it because if she had consumed that amount of whiskey she could have put herself in real danger especially walking the streets in the state that she is in. she didn't answer me, instead she looked into my eyes while having some form of a smirk on her face. Admittedly the smirk was highly seductive, but she was so wasted she probably had no idea what she was doing although she openly checked me out. Thar is not the point she is drunk remember, focus what do I do.

while I was attempting to think of what to do Jamie slurred something about me being hot and beautiful and I felt my cheeks burning. I finally put the pieces together though at this point and realised considering the state that she was in at school that the drink was to get away from the memories, my sister used to do the same thing a few years ago and so I immediately hurt. I questioned her about my strong suspicion, and she couldn't even look me in the eyes. she seemed lost in her mind and I had no idea what to do other than to hug her, to try and reassure her that everything was going to be alright.

I told her to go and rest, I didn't want the school board sniffing around her because she was hungover. she turned to leave while frowning but as she did so she lost her footing and started to fall, thankfully I caught her before she could hit the floor and hurt herself, as she was in my arms I felt the strongest butterflies I had ever experienced, why was I so intrigued by my student. I knew at this point I couldn't let her walk home alone who knows if I did, I might never see her again the state that she was in. I invited her in while I changed my top to something a little better looking, for what reason I don't know I just didn't really feel like walking around in my college hoody.

Walking into my living room I found my student slouched on my couch with her jaw dropped, I blushed immensely. almost picking her up from the couch I wrapped her arm around my shoulder with mine around her waist to stop her from stumbling as much. we made it out of my house without her falling although her had was slowly creeping towards my breast, if she hadn't been totally pissed I might have considered it as being extremely hot but I have to keep reminding myself that she is a 17 year old and my student and highly intoxicated.

We made it to the end of the street and at this point I was trusting that Jamie could actually remember where she lived, It cant be that far because she was drunk before she got to my house so she couldn't have walked that far otherwise she wouldn't have even made it to mine. we took the left turn towards the street filled with huge expensive homes and mansions. I remember dropping her off there yesterday, but I cannot remember her house at all I was pretty distracted, and it was pitch black.