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    ~ALARIC~


    FUCK.


    I can''t remember thest time I''ve ever felt this sted hangover.


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    How much exactly did I have to drinkst night?


    "You look like shit." Ares chuckles when he sees me. "And you''rete to ss."


    "I hope that you remember you''re the professor. Not a student." Apollo adds behind me.


    I inwardly groan.


    Of course, the academy.


    Damn it. I didn''t want to bete.


    I don''t bother replying to either of them as I rush out the door and straight into my truck.


    I ignore the pain in my head as I mash down on the elerator.


    I knew I shouldn''t have drunk anythingst night. When Nicole hit me with that damnmp and refused to sign the papers, I needed something to get my mind off it.


    I was supposed to have one beer or two, but that''s not what happened. I ended up having much more than just two beers.


    I felt like something else happenedst night, but I couldn''t wrap my head around it.


    What was I forgetting? Was it something else with Nicole?


    It couldn''t be; she left the second I gave her those papers to sign. Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    I wince as the sunlight bes too fucking much. I quickly put on sunsses as I search my mind some more.


    It was something important.


    But what was it?


    I should have asked someone at home what happened to mest night. I couldn''t remember shit. And I hated it.


    I never liked getting drunk. I usually controlled how much I drank. Last night, my emotions got the best of me.


    The second I pulled into the academy''s parking lot, I felt this strange pull in my chest, like my body wanted to drag me to someone''s side.


    It was an unusual feeling, one that I was not used to having. I grab my shirt from the back and quickly change into it.


    The second I step out of the truck, I can feel multiple stares my way. I was ustomed to it by now.


    As soon as I walk into the academy and step into the hallway, the first person I see is ra. She stood outside the door to the ssroom like she''s done so many times. Except this time, she looks terrified to enter.


    I''ve never understood why she always hesitated this much to attend my sses.


    Did I make her ufortable?


    Was I not a good teacher?


    What was her problem?


    I take one step forward but pause when an interesting memory ofst night hits me.


    I frown.


    It''s an image of ra with me in the kitchen. It was still a bit hazy, but it looked like she was trying to tend to the cut on my forehead.


    What the fuck?


    That had to be my mind messing with me. There''s no possible reason that ra would try to tend to my wound.


    I winced at the lousy headache that prevented me from trying to remember more ofst night.


    Surely, that didn''t happen.


    Right?


    I shook that memory out of my head. I had to get my thoughts focused for ss. I couldn''t get distracted by ra like I often did. I didn''t like it one bit.


    I never wanted another woman to distract me like this, especially after what Nicole did to me.


    I had to have more fucking control than this.


    I took a deep breath and walked forward to make my presence known to ra.


    Her eyes widen when she spots me in front of her.


    "Are you waiting for someone?" I ask her. My voice was a bit hoarse, but I knew that had to be because ofst night; it had nothing to do with her.


    She doesn''t answer me; instead, she looks like she''s just seen a ghost.


    "ra?" I ask her, waiting almost impatiently for her to give me an answer.


    She continues to remain silent. I take a step forward once more, but she freezes, which forces me to stop.


    She blinks once, then twice before rushing into the ssroom.


    What the hell was that?


    She didn''t say a single word to me. I always knew ra seemed ufortable around me, but she''s never ignored me like this in the past.


    It made me a bit uneasy.


    Then, was that memory ofst night true?


    My muscles tensed at the thought of it being true.


    Was that all that happenedst night? For ra to react like this, there must be more. So much more.


    Did I do something to her?


    I tensed at that question floating around in my mind.


    What the fuck did I do?


    I knew that I had zero control around her when I was sober. Then what was I capable of doing while intoxicated?


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    I inwardly groan.


    Ah, fuck, ric. What the hell did you dost night?


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