Chapter 2- Hungover

                                    

                                          
I rest my head on the desk for the entirety of my literature lecture, my head absolutely pounding. I had far too much to drink last night, but I don't even remember half of what happened. 
I know that Aurora went to stay with her boyfriend after we had both left the club, and I remember everything before that, but nothing afterwards. No memory of how I got home or anything. 
The lecture finally ends, and I have never been happier to leave this classroom than I am now. Obviously, I do really enjoy my literature class, but it's the last lesson right before lunch and I really want to get this day over and done with. 
"Izzy, can I speak to you for a moment, please?" Miss Johansson asks as everybody leaves the classroom. 
I grab my bag, walking over to her desk with a small smile on my face. 
"What can I do for you, Miss?"
"I noticed that you seemed really distracted in my lecture today, I just want to check that you're okay?" She asks. 
"I'm alright, just got a bit of a headache." I smile. 
"Do you know why you might have a headache? Anything that may have caused it?"
I shake my head, fidgeting with my fingers anxiously. Being hungover is one of the worst feelings ever, I just want to go back to bed. 
"Well, maybe stay in your dorm tonight. You'll probably feel better if you lay off the partying for a while." She says, giving me a small smirk. 
"Wait, how do you-"
"Do you not remember anything that happened last night, my love?"
*𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞*
I stumble down the street, not exactly knowing which direction I'm heading in. I'm sure I can remember which way the dorms are, I've been living in the same place for the past four years. 
I think Aurora went to her boyfriend's house, but I'm not really sure. Anyways, I really wish she was still with me, my head is pounding and I feel really sick. 
Suddenly, a car pulls up beside me and my heart beats faster in my chest. The car stops and a woman gets out of the car, talking to somebody on the phone. My eyes widen as I realize who it is. 
"Yeah, I've gotta go. I'll see you in a bit, darling." Miss Johansson says, hanging up the phone call. 
She walks over to me slowly, a look of concern on her face as she does so. Placing one hand on my shoulder gently, she looks at me with a soft smile.
"Izzy? Are you okay, my love?" She asks me, "What are you doing out this late?"
"I'm fine, I'm just going home." I tell her. 
"Are there any of your friends around that could drop you back to the dorms?"
"I'm walking back there, it's not too far."
"Sweetheart, let me drop you home. You're going the complete opposite way and I don't want to leave you outside in the cold all by yourself." Miss Johansson explains, and I can clearly see that she cares about me by the look on her face. 
"You don't have to." I whisper. 
"I want to, I would much rather drop you back to the dorms than leave you out here all by yourself."
"Thank you." I smile. 
She opens the door for me, making sure I've got my seatbelt on and everything before closing it and getting in the driver's seat next to me. She gives me a small smile before starting the car and beginning to drive. 
"Were you not with any of your friends tonight?" Miss Johansson asks me after a few minutes. 
"I was, I went to a club with my friend but I think she went to go stay with her boyfriend tonight." I tell her, and she just nods. 
I play with the rings on my fingers anxiously, looking out the window and trying to clear my head. It's like the voices in my head are so loud that I can't shut them off, it's making my headache even worse. 
I catch myself glancing at her every so often, taking in all of her features and admiring how pretty she looks. The fact that she cares this much about me makes me feel amazing, like there's a chance that she would actually understand how I feel. 
This night was supposed to be about forgetting my feelings, but I think it's far too late for that. Besides, I've had way too much to drink and I don't really know what I'm thinking about anyway. 
Suddenly, her phone lights up and I see a message from somebody named as 'My girl" on her phone. I immediately feel guilty for looking, even though I didn't even read the message, but I also feel something else as well. 
I want to know who that person is. 
"Alright, my love, we're here. Have you got your keys with you?" Miss Johansson asks me, and I give her a small nod. 
"Alright, and you're sure that you'll be fine all by yourself?"
"I'll be okay." I whisper. 
She gives me a small smile, "Goodnight, Izzy."
"Goodnight." I respond, getting out of the car and walking over to the building. I glance behind me, looking at her one last time before turning around and walking through the door. 
*𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲*
"I'm sorry, I must've forgotten everything that happened last night." I smile, "Thank you for dropping me home."
"That's alright, love, but please make sure to be more careful next time. Always make sure you have a friend with you or somebody knows where you are." Miss Johansson tells me. 
"I will, thank you."
"Have a good day, Izzy. I hope you feel a bit better tomorrow morning." She says, giving me a warm smile as I leave the classroom. 
As I'm walking down the hallway to find Aurora and get some lunch, I feel like I can remember a lot more of what happened last night. But there's one thing that I know I want to find out for sure. 
I want to know who that girl was.