24

Somehow, I gave up on law and immediately hopped into a tight black dress with no straps at the top, but just hugs around my body.

It stops two hands above my knees, which is a bit short. I paired it with some black leather boots that stops high up my leg.

Before I could even rethink rather studying than going to a pub, I told my dad where I was going and called and uber.

The music echoed outside the building the moment I stepped out of the car. It felt like I was already inside with all the loud chatters and laughs going on.

The place sits at the corner, next to a bakery.

If I have my history right, this part of the city is old, older than the university, which is nearby. So, all the buildings down this road, are built around the 1960's.

It definitely looks like it was build somewhere around that time.

The inside of the pub reminds me of the the movies where cowboys would go for a drink. There's a bunch of wooden tables scattered around the entrance with barrels as seats. Also barrels behind the bar, displaying the fancy 19's bottles of wine.

Interior is classy, rich, and old. But the music is definitely made in this century.

Low by Flo Rida.

Great song.

I make my way through the people until I got to the bar and sat down on the stool.

Suddenly someone sat down next to me, ordering a shot of tequila for both of us.

Turning my head, it was Eleanor with a cheeky smile on face.

"My-my, ik kan niet geloven dat je daadwerkelijk kwam opdagen." She said.

I lean closer, shocked. "I don't--"

She chuckles and translates it, "I can't believe you actually showed up."

The bartender placed the shots in front of us and Eleanor immediately grabbed hers.

"I'm shocked too." I said, "But, I'm not here to drink. I still need to be sober for tomorrow, and you too."

She downed her shot, tilting her head back. She slammed the glass down.

"What's the point in coming then?" She asked.

I smile awkwardly, grabbing the top of the shot-glass and moving it over to her.

She raised her eyebrow curiously, her eyes flicking from me to the shot.

"To clear my mind." I said, leaning back.

She snickered, without hesitating, taking  mine too.

"At a bar?"

She brought the glass up to her lips, still with her eyebrows raised suspiciously.

Her words messed with my mind.

She has a point.

Chewing my bottom lip, deep in thought.

Before she could drink it, I quickly snatch it back, and not thinking, I tilt my head slightly and gulped it down.

It hit the back of my throat, and immediately started burning, causing me to make a sour face which Eleanor only laughed to.

I groaned, smashing the empty glass down.

"Yuck." I mutter, "Another one!"

Eleanor threw her hands up and cheered, "Let the games begin!"

She ended up calling over the bartended who looked miserable as ever, turning around to us with a lazy face. His hair was messy, eye-bags, and an unshaven beard.

You could tell he hated his job.

Though, there was this other super hot bartender.

He has dark brown eyes and thick eyebrows, his hair is also a very dark black color and slicked back.

Other than the other guy serving us, this hot bartender shaves his beard, and only has a stubble one.

As time went on, we found ourselves dying from laughter. Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes and I kept on slapping the counter. From wheezing to snorting to stomach aches.

I'm not the type to snort while laughing, let alone wheezing.

That's how you know I'm fucked.

I've had a lot more drinks than I'm supposed to have.

I'm more drunk than the day at the Valentine's dance.

That day still sends shivers down my spine, and I now walk with pepper spray around in my purse.

So, to prevent myself from doing something with anyone (especially that hot bartender, because he was totally checking me out too), I told Eleanor I needed to go to the bathroom.

I almost stumbled over as I hopped off the seat and we both laughed.

I'm screwed.

I wheezed the entire time while walking to the bathroom.

The door was shut quite steady, so I placed all my body weight against it and pushed.

I yelped as it flew open and I fall inside.

Luckily, no other lady was inside to see this pathetic, embarrassing moment.

I jumped up, almost falling over again before gripping onto the sink.

Strange groans escapes from my lips from the way my body feels. I'm hot, I feel stupid, I feel like I'm not in my mind.

I feel like I'm not in control of my own body and thoughts, which I hate.

I stare at myself in the mirror. My hairs a mess and my face red.

Bending down, I splash my face with cold water then use the toilet.

I walked out while clutching my forehead, trying my best to keep myself up.

My eyes were glued to the floor and my feet, trying to walk in a perfect straight line back to our seats around the bar.

My mind froze and my right ankle gave in.

I miss stepped.

Suddenly, I felt hands on my hips that held onto me and pulled me back onto my feet.

Turning around, I met those dark eyes that I've been staring in the entire night.

My cheeks just got ten times hotter.

I watched as his lips moved. He was speaking, but for some reason I couldn't hear. I was completely zoned out as he spoke, only staring at his mouth.

I blink heavily, reminding myself that I shouldn't let my drunk self get carried away.

I'm here for a good time, not hooking up with hot bartenders.

I look to my left where Eleanor was still sitting and talking with... with the hot... bartender?

But he's right in front of me?

Looking back, my eyes widen and I could finally hear again.

"Victoria, do you hear me?"

My eyes widen even more. "Oh shit!" I yell.

Daniela was standing in front of me, her hands still holding me up.

In a hurry, I jump away from her, but almost fell.

She reached out for me before I held out my finger in front of her

"Don't!" I said, completely flabbergasted.

My mind's fucking with me.

"I'm trying to help you." She sighed, stepping away from me.

I stare blankly at her, grabbing composure. I wasn't aware at the way I was looking her up and down, chewing at my bottom lip as I did.

She's wearing a silky, black satin blouse that's tucked into her buttoned, light blue jeans that sits loosely. She paired it with black trimmed satin sandals, that puts extra inches by her length.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, "You're writing tomorrow."

I scoffed, folding my arms over my chest.

My eyes lock onto her green ones, sending daggers into my soul.

"You're not my mom. You can't tell me what I'm allowed to do, or not do." I slurred.

There was silence from the both of us.

Daniela pinched the bridged of her nose, "Okay." She breathed out, "I'm taking you home."

"Nuh-uh" I said, "I'm here to have a good fucking... fucking time... fucking forget about everything right now."

"I'm not so sure if it's a good idea to forget about 'everything' when you're writing your test tomorrow."

"No" I whined, "Not fucking forget about tests... To fucking forget about you!"

She blinks, frowning. "What?"

"I ain't sayin' it again."

A lump went down her throat and she lets go of a shaky breath. "You're drinking to forget about me?" She said quietly, yet confused.

"Yes."

"Is it because of..."

"Yes."

The kiss.

Her jaw clenched and she nods. "Drinking doesn't solve that problem."

Suddenly, she pulled something sensitive out of me and my eyes slowly turned glossy. It felt like someone was choking me, that I couldn't speak.

Though, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in.

"Clearly it doesn't, because I tried forgetting about it, but now you just show up. Like, who- who the hell are you even here with?"

I asked, spinning around to check for people.

"That's none of your business." She said, her voice back to normal, "Now, come on, I'm taking you home."

"I told you, no!" I said loudly before storming off to the bar.

"Victoria!"

In a building full of hundreds of people, her eyes still fell onto me.

She tried hiding her gaze by bringing her glass of wine up, but I could easily tell she was looking at Eleanor and me.

The way we laughed with each other, and the way we kept eyeing the hot bartender down.

I know she was jealous.

So my drunk mind thinks.

I'll be lying if I said I wasn't a bit jealous too.

I wanted to sit with her at that table far off at the corner, but there's other people sitting with her.

A man, and two other women.

I have no right to feel jealous, but it's just that I'm not feeling like myself right now.

Through the crowd of people, my eyes met hers. Our contact remained for a few more seconds.

Normally, I'd immediately look away, but for some reason, I'm feeling all this adrenaline like I could win a staring competition against a lion.

Slowly turning my head back to Eleanor, I ask, "Do you know Professor Garcia?"

She hums, "Hmm, the name rings a bell. She teaches Spanish, right?"

"Right."

"Yeah, she's supposedly super hot, nicknamed 'miss hot stuff'." She said.

I laughed, thinking how Iris always call professor by her nickname.

"I want to see her." She said, "It's not like she can be that hot to turn any girl into a lesbian, right? I mean, I already play on both teams, but I still want to see if the rumors are true."

"Oh, so you're gay?" I asked curiously.

"Bisexual." She said and smiled, "Why'd you think I invited you?"

Her words linger in the air for a few seconds before my eyes widen.

I shift around in the stool, laughing awkwardly.

"Oh- oh... I-I'm not into girls, sorry."

But right now, I might consider sitting on professor's face.

"I'm just pulling on your leg!" She teased, "But keep telling yourself that. I've seen how you've been looking at that woman over at the corner. You want to go ask for her number?" She had a smug grin on her face.

My heart suddenly beats faster the longer I keep quiet.

Eleanor's eyes widen as she just realized something and quickly pulled her phone out from her purse. She looked at her lock screen and sighed.

"Listen, I'm sorry but I have to go. My parents want me back before 9. I'm supposed to watch Men In Black with my family." She said, standing up, "Do you have a ride?"

She drank more than me, but somehow still stood up without falling down.

My eyes wonder to Daniela again, seeing her smiling to the guy.

Ugh.

"Yeah." I mutter, "I do."

"Awesome. I'll see you tomorrow then. Goodluck."

As she left, I stared down at the counter while deep in thought until I heard some voices from behind me.

Turning my head to the side, I see the man and women that were with professor walking by towards the exit.

My head then shoots back to the other side where Daniela placed money on the table and got up while a waiter came and collected it.

Her eyes locked with mine as she walked towards me.

I act like I was looking somewhere else before she stopped besides me.

"I see your friend left too." She said, "Are you ready to go?"

I turn to her and randomly giggle. "Not yet."

"I'm not doing this right now, Victoria. We both know how it ended up the last time you were drunk, and you're way more drunk now. So, let me take you home before you do something stupid."

"Hm, fine." I said, jumping down onto my feet, surprisingly, I sticked the landing,

"After one dance."

She scoffed, "You want a dance?"

"A dance." I nod, chuckling.

The song changed and now Closer by The Chainsmokers were playing.

She sighed, "Stop making this a lot more harder than it has to be. I'm not dancing with you."

"Oh come on, please! One, single dance-- what's the worst that can happen?"

She tilts her head to the side and gives a out a dramatic snicker.

"Worst that can happen?" She asks dramatically, "For starters, there can be other students in here and record us dancing. That video will go viral over all socials, and in seconds, I'll be fired and you'll be kicked out of university."

"There's nothing wrong with dancing with me. It's nothing illegal."

She hesitates, clenching her jaw.

"Please." I said softly, "Right now, we're not student and teacher. Right now, we're just two people in a club."

Her eyes flicked between my left and right eye, her gaze sending daggers through me. That's until she closed her eyes and sighed after thinking.

She opened her eyes again. "One dance." She said.

A wide smile spread across my lips and in a split second I grabbed her wrist and start leading her to the dance floor.

We pushed pass the people, until we were on the platform with the LED lights shining down on us, switching through every color variation there is.

The bright colors casted onto her skin, making her look blue, and all the other colors the lights switches to.

The music went on, about to hit the chorus.

I pushed her back by her shoulders, so she was a few steps away from me and started seductively walking towards her.

My mind was not working with my body right now, but it definitely was working for Daniela.

She stood there, surrounded by all the other people dancing and grinding against their partners, while staring at me in awe.

Her eyes wonder up and down my body. And the song just made me worked up even more.

She didn't move a muscle as I start circling around her, but her eyes followed me.

Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me in as the beat dropped and the chorus started of the song:

So, baby, pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover

That I know you can't afford, bite that tattoo on your shoulder

Pull the sheets right off the corner of the mattress that you stole

From your roommate back in Boulder, we ain't ever gettin' older

The blood in my veins crashed through my entire body.

My back pressed against her front like glue. I reached up behind me and wrap my hands around her neck, turning my head to the side.

She hesitated to place her hands on my hips, but eventually, I felt her touch and my breathing got heavier.

She spun me around so that I'm facing her. Her emerald eyes locked with mine, my hands sliding down to rest at her collarbones.

"We shouldn't be touching each other like this." She said quietly, her eyes traveling down to my lips.

"You're the one that pulled me in." I whisper.

My words made her hands slide off me, but I kept mine against her. She had a different look in her eyes. a

A hint of regret.

Her eyebrows furrowing together as she looked at me, seemingly deep in thought.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing." She said, her hands finding my hips again.

"Don' lie to me."

She looked down to the floor, shaking her head.

Sympathetically, I cup her cheeks and she turns to me again.

Her eyebrows furrowing even more.

"Qué pasó?" I ask. (What happened?)

She hesitated to speak. "I can't stop seeing your naked body. Every time I close my eyes that moment replays where I walked in on you,"

"Same as the kiss."

I froze and let go of her, stepping back, her hands falling off me too. She stood with her eyes closed, mentally facepalming herself.

I blankly stare at her before bursting out into laughter. Amused, professor stared at me, but a bit awkward because a few people stopped dancing and turned to us before walking away.

"Oh my gosh, me too!" I giggle, "I can't get that out of my head, it was so embarrassing. You, my professor, saw me, your student, naked, holy shit!"

"Stop talking so loud, do you want everyone in here to know that?" She raised her voice clearly annoyed, "For fuck sakes, you're too innocent when you're drunk."

I stop laughing, "Wha' you mean?"

She lets go of a tired sigh, "Never mind. You'll forget what I said tomorrow... hopefully. Right now, let's just get you home, okay?"

"No, no, tell me. What do you mean I'm too innocent?" I ask, "Should I be worried that you saw me naked? Cause spoiler alert, I'm not. I don't give a fuck."

I laugh, turning around and wrapped my hands around my mouth, prepared to yell into the crowd. "My professor saw me--"

She rushed to me and her hand crashed down onto my lips, shushing me, my hands stuck against my face underneath hers.

"That's it, we're leaving." She scolded, grabbing my wrist, "Come on."

Before I knew it, I was sat in the passenger seat next to her as she starts the car.

A slow headache made itself known, but for some reason I still had a lot of energy I wanted to burn off.

But now, as I tilt my head to Daniela, she clearly looks pissed off, or at least not her usual self.

Nobody can ever get a good read on her, I can't tell if she's sad or angry.

All I know there's something bothering her.

Sighing, I turn and stare out of the window at the dark sky. The moon is out. A full moon, surrounded by all the thousands of stars as little shiny dots in the sky.

"Do you regret it though?" I ask softly, seeing her head twist towards me for a split second in the reflection.

"Regret what?" She asked, looking back at the road ahead.

"The kiss."

There was silence.

"I'm not answering that." She mumbled after a while.

"Can I tell you my answer?" I ask, turning my head to her.

She bit down on her back teeth, making her jawline look sharper than it already is.

"It's best if you don't."

"Please?" I whisper.

Her fingers strongly wrapped around the steering wheel. "Will I regret hearing your answer?"

"Depends."

"That's too risky. I'll rather not."

I sighed, turning to the window again.