The Teacher's Assistant (Teacher/Student)

Chapter 7

          I woke up the next day by the sun shining in my face, something that didn't normally happen due to the fact that I've got blackout curtains. I stretched my body out and realized how incredibly sore I was and that I was no longer wearing any pants. Wait, how had I even gotten home? I sat up quickly and looked over to my left, fearing the worst. Surprisingly, there was no one in my bed. I let out a quick sigh of relief and went into my bathroom to examine last night's damage. My hair was in a knotted mess around my head and my makeup black smudges around my eyes and down my cheeks. I used my makeup wipes and face wash to try and scrub my face clean. These two together could not remove the black circles or bags from under my eyes. I threw my hair up into a bun and brushed my teeth, my mouth tasted terrible.

          When I felt I had washed off the remnants of last night, I padded to the kitchen only to be stopped in my tracks.

          "Good morning beautiful." Dylan smiled, he had breakfast out on the table. He wore a pair of sweatpants I had stolen from an old boyfriend and seemed to be missing a shirt.

          "Uh... Good morning." He chuckled and I sat across from him at the table. He scrolled through his phone as he ate a bite of his eggs. "You made breakfast." I noted stupidly. That could not be any more obvious.

          "It's not what you're thinking, I promise." He set down his phone and tried to smile reassuringly but I know he could tell I was still skeptical.

          "Then what happened last night? Because it definitely looks like something happened." I looked down at his naked chest and blushed. He grinned in response.

          "Honestly? You made a move on me and I wasn't exactly saying no. When we got to bed you stopped and kept saying 'oh god everything is spinning why is it spinning' and I knew you were too drunk to do anything. That's when I realized I only had a few moments to get you to the bathroom. I held your hair back while you threw up, got you cleaned up, and put you back to bed. You grabbed onto my hair until I climbed into bed with you. You wrapped yourself around me and fell asleep. It was kind of cute." He smiled while taking another bite of his breakfast but I couldn't stop the heat that I felt spreading across my face and chest. I was so embarrassed. Not only had I actually tried to make a move on him, which I guess wasn't too bad, I could've potentially thrown up on him.

          "I am so sorry. I am such a mess. I never should've tried anything this is so embarrassing I swear I'm never like that."

          "Even if everything would've went forward I'm not sure I could've even worked correctly." He said, causing me to giggle. It made me feel a little better knowing that he was having, ah, difficulties last night as well. "I figured that would help with your embarrassment. I can't imagine what would've happened if I couldn't have gotten it up." We both laughed and continue to talk throughout breakfast. It definitley was not just the alcohol last night that made him seem appealing, I was having a good time just sitting and talking with him.

          He looked at his phone and let out a sigh, "I should probably get going." I couldn't help but frown. He stood up, placing a kiss on top of my head. "If I could stay, I would. I've got work in a couple hours and should probably go shower and change my clothes. I can't imagine I look very good right now."

          "I disagree." I said and he smiled. He put his clothes from last night back on and gave me a quick hug. "Can I get your number?" He asked, holding out his phone. I put it into his phone. "We should do something again, maybe with less alcohol though." We both chuckled.

          "That sounds good." He kissed my cheek and left me by myself.

          I put our dishes into my sink and went to my bedroom to check my phone. As soon as I unlocked it I couldn't help but laugh at the amount of text messages I had from the girls. They discussed what had happened with their nights and asked me, multiple times, what had happened with Dylan. I told them to Skype me and grabbed my laptop before heading to the couch.