Wet For Teacher 1X

I asked Rachael to stay up with me on Thursday and we spent the night getting drunk and watching eighties movies. Something about John Hughes always made me feel better.

Rachael bought string and we braided friendship bracelets like we were still in high school, except we both knew we weren’t. I was having an affair with my professor and Rachael was guzzling wine like it was water. By the third bottle we were too drunk to separate the strings and had to stop braiding. I leaned back into the couch with a sigh, watching Molly Ringwald with fascination. Even in her insecurity, she seemed so sure of herself.

“I can’t believe this is happening to me,” I whined.

“I know,” Rachael said, taking a bite of the brownies we’d made earlier. “I mean, you of all people. I thought you would work all through college and be one of those boring people who had no stories to tell. But sleeping with your professor? That’s pretty metal.”

I grabbed a pillow and groaned in to it. “Not helping.”

“Oh come on, N