Senior Year

Chapter 28

                  

(Killian's POV)

I wake up to a splitting headache. The light piercing through my bedroom curtains isn't helping anything.

"Bloody hell," I mumble to myself. I feel a movement beside me on the bed, and realization hits of what happened last night. The blonde beside me is still asleep. I run my hand through my hair. Shit.

I get up, and the blonde stays asleep. I splash my face in the sink, and see that I don't look as out of it as I feel. I reach up into my medicine cabinet, and swallow some Advil. I grab two for the woman in my bed, and place them on the side table. I'm sure when she wakes up she'll have a hangover like I do.

What a start to a Monday morning.

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I get dressed, and ready for the day. As I'm pouring my coffee a sheeted figure emerges from the bedroom.  Her porcelain skin is glowing in the sun, her pale blue eyes are so clear. Her blonde locks fall to her shoulder, messy in a beautiful way.

"Morning," she says quietly, rubbing her temples. "Thanks for the Advil,"

"Good morning..." I struggle on her name for a moment, "Rose, and you're welcome."

"Do you have an early class or something?" she asks looking at her phone for the time, it's exactly 7:00.

"I'm going to work," I answer her.

"Work? You're not in college?"

"No, but I presume you are. Correct?" I ask. We didn't get to know each other than much last night, but she was drinking at a bar, she must be of age. She does look quite young though. She could be Emma's sister they look so alike.

"First year Literature. I'm actually 19, not 21," she admits. I look at her youthful face again. Even drunk me should have figured that one out. At least she's a consenting adult.

"Do you do that a lot?" I ask, handing her a cup of coffee.

"What? Sleep around?" she asks before tentatively taking a sip.

"Well that, and the underage drinking."

"I'm in college, it kind of comes with the territory doesn't it?" she laughs.

"Aye, I remember those days," I laugh along.

"So you went to college?"

"Graduated 2 years ago, I'm a teacher," I tell her.

"Wow, I don't think I ever got the chance to have such an attractive teacher," she smiles. "Your students must get no work done."

"They do their work I assure you. I'm a bit strict."

"I can imagine," she says with a giggle. I look at her with the raise of my eyebrow.

"Really?"

"You were pretty strict last night," she laughs. The night is a bit of a blur in my mind, but hearing that doesn't surprise me.

I only have a couple minutes until I have to leave, but she is a lot better company than I'd originally thought she'd be.

"You liked that didn't you?" I ask with a smirk.

"You're very good in bed if that's what you're asking. So what about you, do you do this often?"

"When I was in college yes, not so much anymore."

"So why last night?"

"Just a bad night," I lie. It's been a bad couple of nights without Emma.

"Well I should get changed and let you get to work, I don't want to make you late," she says scurrying off, her youth showing in the bounce in her step.