Smoked Success

36.

- Jessica's Point Of View -

I wake up, oh my god my head hurts so bad. Andrew's next to me, fuck what happened? I really hope we didn't do anything because I'm still in yesterday's outfit. I get up and glance at my phone. Shit, I missed out, like three hours of my day already. Great, absent again. And now I have to email the dean. And here's Andrew waking up, great.

"Good morning, Jessica," Andrew says, his sleepy voice is very attractive, though.

"Let's jump to conclusion, what did we do yesterday?" I snap at him, angry.

"Absolutely, nothing." He clenches his jaw. I believe him, but I'm still suspicious.

"What do you mean absolutely nothing? I was drunk, I have no clue what happened, but please don't lie to me." I tell him, grabbing my pack of cigarettes.

"I'll tell you exactly what happened. You asked me to make love to you and I said no, you know why? Because I know you were drunk and vulnerable, yet I didn't want to use you. Because you didn't deserve it. I can't believe you don't trust me." He sighs, very disappointed.

What? He didn't do anything? I'm shocked. I seriously cannot believe that happened.

"If I told you, you wouldn't understand." I light the cigarette. "Someone needs to go to class I guess."

"Not before we talk about what happened in New York," he says, cocky.

"What if I don't want to?" I get up.

"I get it, it's complicated and shitty and all, but it's still something you shouldn't keep to yourself." He holds my wrist. He's so understanding, not to forget, charming.

"Fine." I sit down again because this is going to be long.

"First of all, why didn't you tell me?" He asks, caressing my shoulder. "I won't have judged you."

"I was scared okay? Because not everyone accepts the fact that you might've developed as a sex and then you developed to the other." I state.

"It's not like you asked for it." He hugs me.

"May I ask why are you being so sweet to me?" I scoff.

"I don't know, I feel like it." He smiles.

"We're so bipolar, man." I playfully shake my head.

"I like you so much, I didn't like it when you dated Smith, he's a douchebag and doesn't deserve you. I didn't like it when alcohol fucked you up. You're basically one of the few people I give two shits about." He says, and then leans in to kiss me.

This time, the kiss is pretty gentle, as if he were hesitant to do so. But I kiss him back and it gets firmer.

"I wish you all a merry Christmas and a happy new year!" I smile at my students as the last period ends. Damn these three months passed so quick. It's seniors. They all leave, except Andrew, who's glancing at his phone.

"So, where are you going to spend Christmas?" I ask him, packing my stuff.

"Still didn't book shit." He replies, rolling his eyes. "Dad doesn't care, whilst mom wants to spend it in Lebanon. You?"

"I have booked a week in London, but I'll most probably cancel it." I sigh.

"Why'd you do that?" He asks.

"I don't know. As much as I want to spend it with my family in the United Kingdom this year, I'm too tired." I put my coat on.

"What if I come with you?" He questions and I widen my eyes. "I'm serious."