The loud, screeching of my alarm is the first thing I become aware of. My alarm isn't a song, or the stereotypical 'bleep' of a normal alarm. When I sleep, I sleep like the dead so I had to download an app that lets out the loudest, most annoying, high-pitched screeching noise I could find. It still takes it about 5 minutes to get through to me.
I reach towards the nightstand, where my phone should be, trying to ignore the pounding in my head. I don't know how much I drank last night, but it was obviously too much. I fumble around a bit, before finding my phone shoved under my pillow. How odd, I almost always put it on the table. At least it's plugged in. I turn the alarm off and take a moment, reveling in the silence. Checking the time, I see that I have an hour and a half to get ready for school. Sitting up, the room spins a bit. Stupid hang over. Standing up makes the room spin even more. Today is going to be a long day.
It's a little cold this morning, so I make the water a little warmer than usual for my shower. Standing is still a bit of a problem, this hangover is making me dizzy, but I fight through it. Its senior year and I have another month before I can start slacking off, so I must go to school.
The water stings a bit at first, but once my body adjusts, I can't help but let out a long moan. This feels good. I run my hands through my blonde hair, making sure it all gets wet. My fingers graze across my neck and I'm surprised to find that it's a little tender. How...odd. Did Jace and I hook up last night? Jace and I have been hooking up off and on for about five years, before he even met Clari. He's not a cheater though, since he's been with her for the last four years, we only mess around when they're broken up. They break up a lot. But Jace tends to get a little rough and typically leaves marks, though generally not on a place as obvious as my neck. I'm mildly embarrassed, I've never drank so much that I don't remember what happened. But apparently I wanted to forget last night.
I finish washing and turn the water off, not looking forward to the cold. I dry off and wrap my hair in a towel. Using the mirror behind the sink, I inspect my neck. It's not nearly as bad as I was thinking. There's only one mark, it's just really dark. He must have really latched himself to my neck. I'll just wear a scarf today.
My first class of the day is German. I'm not much of a language person though and my grade shows it. Time moves slowly and my hangover just makes it worse. I'm glad I'm not sick though. It'd really suck if I had to keep running to the restroom to throw up. I must look as miserable as I feel though, because Mark, a fellow German student, gives me a chocolate bar. He probably thinks I'm having sugar issues or something. Mark is acing the class and I have convinced him to do my homework for me. I don't think he has much experience with girls. All it takes is a few smiles and a few pats on his arm and he's a flustered mess. I'm thankful for the chocolate, I don't think it'll help, but I'm willing to try it. Jace and Clari take French.
After German is English, Mr. Masters' class. For some reason, I'm excited to go. Just thinking about it makes my heart speed up in my chest. Jace and Clari meet me outside of German. Jace hands me a thermos.
"Here. This will make you feel better."
Trusting him, I open it and take a drink. It's orange juice. I've never heard of orange juice curing a hangover.
"You look like shit," Clari says, looping her arm through mine as we start walking towards the English room.
"I feel like shit. This is the worst hangover ever."
Clari stops walking, pulling both me and Jace to a stop.
"Hangover? You guys went clubbing without me?"
"We always go clubbing when me and you split," Jace says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Which, it kind of is. I mean, everyone sees us there. We start walking again. I keep drinking the orange juice.
The closer we get to the classroom, the more excited I start to feel. I despise English even more than German, so why the hell am I excited? Jace opens the door for us and I look up.
Mr. Masters is sitting at the teacher desk, feet propped up and a bored expression on his face. My heart pounds in my chest and I'm suddenly nervous. Mr. Masters meets my gaze and smirks at me. The corner of his mouth rising just enough to be noticeable but not enough to be considered a smile. Something about the smile seems familiar. Although I can't figure out why.
Clari tugs on my hand and we enter the classroom. I sit Jace's thermos on the desk in front of me as I pull my notebook out.
"No, drinks in class," Mr. Masters says. I open my mouth to say something, but Jace beats me to it.
"She was looking a little pale, sir. I gave her orange juice." Mr. Masters stares at him a moment, then nods. What was that about? I shrug it off, Jace will tell me eventually.
Class goes by smoothly, Mr. Masters give us an assignment, an essay about a short story in the book. My palms are damp from my nerves, making it difficult to hold my pencil. And I'm finding it difficult to concentrate. I'm feeling watched, but looking around the room isn't telling me who it is. I manage to get through the day, feeling much better once out of that classroom. Jace and Clari decide to go to the club so I head home right after school to get ready.
Tonight starts similarly to last night, except Clari is with us. Jace leads us straight to the bar and I get the same drink as last night. Clari, who normally doesn't come, orders the same drink as me. I watch her make a face of disgust after tasting it. She puts it down on the bar, grabs Jace's hand and drags him to the dance floor. I let out a sigh as I follow behind them. This is why we don't bring her with us often. I start chewing on my nails again. Without Jace to guide me, my confidence tends to lack.
Clari starts grinding on Jace to the song, her back to me. Jace shoots me an apologetic look, glances behind me, then focuses on his girlfriend. I shuffle a little bit in place. I'm not drunk enough for this. I turn to head back to the bar, but hands on my waist stop me. The hands pull me into a mass of hard body and I let out a soft sigh at the contact. His scent hits me in a wave and I press myself firmly into him, swaying with the music. Who is this guy?
Still moving with the music, he slowly starts steering me towards the back of the room. I try to turn to see him, but he holds me firm. His breath hits my neck as he leans down to trail kisses. I purr as my eyes drift closed. His arms shift around me and he lets me turn towards him. I tilt my face upwards, intending to get a look at this guy but his lips press against mine before I get a chance. Why does kissing this stranger feel so good? I slide my hands up his chest and tangle my fingers in his hair. It's soft, and wayyy longer than I anticipated. He pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing it. I moan.
He pulls away and I open my eyes. I'm shocked to see the familiar turquoise ones of Mr. Masters.
"Sir?" What is he thinking? This is just asking for trouble. He places a finger on my lips to shush me.
"Come." He takes my hands and leads me through a door and up some stairs. This is an absolutely terrible idea. And illegal. He's my teacher. But I go anyway. Suddenly feeling nervous I start chewing on the nails of my free hand. He pulls me through a door and closes the door behind me. Looking into my eyes, he grasps my hand and pulls it away from my face. I shiver as I find myself unable to look away. There's a flash of red in his eyes and his hand is suddenly fisted in my hair, pulling my head back and to the side, exposing my neck.
He smirks at me, the leans forward, running his tongue from my shoulder, up my neck, and to my jaw.
"Mr. Masters..." I breathe, meaning to put a stop to this. This is wrong... he can get into so much trouble. His lips latch onto my neck. I jolt slightly with the slight prick the follows. He must be a biter. I remember the bruise on the other side of my neck. Could he..? No. I'd remember hooking up with my English teacher.
Pleasure rolls through me suddenly and fiercely. I let out a gasp and go limp in his arms, unable to hold myself up. He lowers me onto something and continues whatever he's doing to my neck. I moan as the hand not still buried in my hair lightly trails down my neck and across my chest. He cups my breast and my whole body twitches. Oh my god. I don't know where this man learned this but wow. Now that I'm laying on my back, I'm able to wrap my legs around him. I take the chance to grind myself to him, feeling him stiff beneath his clothes.
He pulls away from my neck meets my eyes, smirking. This smirk is slightly wider than his previous and it allows me to see a bit more of his teeth. His incisors seems to be slightly longer than average. I look into his eyes, deciding that I want more.