Mystery lover

conflicted

*Jamie's POV*

Well that's a relief, at least we didn't hook up and I forgot. If we did then I would have been hugely disappointed if I couldn't remember it, it would probably be one of the best times of my life. There is something about Laura that makes me tingle, she is crazy hot and beautiful and really seems to care. As I look back into her eyes, I could tell she was conflicted as if she was trying to make a decision, did I do something stupid last night, I am kind of known for being a crazy drunk. What if I said something embarrassing?

My teacher slowly got out of my bed while asking me if I needed anything and how I felt. It was 6am, an hour before I usually wake up for school so I had an hour to sort myself out and build up the courage to ask about last night, a part of me doesn't want to know what happened however the rest of me does. I woke up feeling relatively refreshed other that a slight twinge in my head when I looked towards the light, I remember drinking almost a full bottle of whiskey so how I am not dying right now I have no idea.

Ms Clark re-entered my room wearing what I assumed to be the clothes she had on last night holding a cup of coffee. She handed me the cup, as she did so I took this as an invitation to ask about last night, I really was curious as to how she ended up sleeping in my bed. When I asked her face immediately creased, and there was a strange glimmer in her eyes. Did something bad happen,

She opened her mouth to speak but then closed it, thinking again what she was to say. She asked me what I remembered, and I told he that the last thing I remember was being in her house, as I told her what I knew she looked hurt as though I had upset her. Could something have happened and me not remembering meant that she felt guilty. I was trying to figure out what she was thinking and I think she was doing the same to me, did she think I was testing her, that I knew more that I did and was testing if she would tell the truth.

She started to speak "well I walked you home and it took a lot longer than it should have because you kept stumbling, then I carried you up your stairs because I didn't want to wait for you to get up them yourself then I put you down to open your door," them she stopped, one of her eyebrows raised slightly. "is this bringing back any memory?" she asked me. I thought for a second and I think now I can briefly remember being outside my door being placed down and then, oh wait the memories are all flooding back now, me stumbling, Laura being pinned to the wall and then...

OH MY GOD!!! WE KISSED! Although I cannot remember if she kissed me back, I definitely kissed her. I think she said something about talking in the morning and then she fetched me in and then it really is blank.

I could tell that my teacher knew that I was remembering more about last night. I didn't know what to say, what to think. Was it a good sign that when it happened, she was willing to talk to me this morning about it? We both stared into each other's eyes and its almost as if she could read my mind as she began to speak again, "so... you remember being outside your door now?" she questioned already knowing my answer. My slight nod was enough for her to be completely sure. She spoke again, "why did it happen, was it just the alcohol or something more?" she asked.

SHIT, I honestly don't know, I am attracted to her, but I think the alcohol gave me the confidence to actually make a move. What if I admit my feelings and she freaks out and doesn't feel the same, it would make my last year in high school really awkward, contrastingly though if I blamed it on the alcohol and she does have feelings then I could make this situation a whole lot worse.

I was broke from my thoughts by her voice again, "I just want to know the truth," she said "I don't care what the reason was as long as it is the truth."

I honestly believed her but what would happen. I desperately want to tell my teacher that I was attracted to her, but I didn't know whether I really should. Is risking my happiness in senior year worth the possibility of love. I thought for a second before I begun to speak.