Shit. Why ishetexting me?
Where are you? We need to talk.
Where am I? Why the fuck does he care? And I don’t want to talk to him. As I lock the screen, it buzzes again. Another text pops up, and my brows crease together.
Which dorm do you stay at?
What? No, he shouldn’t go searching for that.
Unlocking my screen, I quickly type a reply.
Leave me alone!
He shouldn’t be texting me, and I fear as the alcohol buzzes under my skin, I’ll do something I’ll regret. And it seems I already do as my thumbs work quicker than my mind.
You just had to be my professor. I’m so pissed at you!
Sliding my phone back in my pocket, I glance around, searching for my friends and perhaps another drink. Maybe I should give my phone to Beth, just to be safe.
“There you are!” Beth says, drinks in hand, and I can’t help but shake my head.
Taking one of them, I lean closer to her. “Thank you, I needed that.”
My phone buzzes again, and I try to ignore it, but my hands itch with this need to grab it. Or is that the alcohol speaking?
“What’s wrong?” Beth asks, taking my hand as I keep fidgeting.
I muster a smile. “It’s Adrian. He texted me, and I replied something I shouldn’t have.”
Her shoulders drop, and she tilts her head. “Em, just leave him alone. I’m sure he could get fired for being with a student, and what would people say about you?”
My fake smile doesn’t waver, even as Beth seems to blame me for Adrian texting me.
My phone vibrates and as Beth turns, I quickly grab it from my pocket.
Are you drunk?
I snort as I reply.
Why does that matter? I’m drunk. At a bar. Leave me the fuck alone!
His answer comes quickly.
What bar, Emily?
I roll my eyes and gulp the drink down, holding my phone up as I take a picture of myself with the empty glass and send it to him.
Having fun, now back off!
He’s quicker than me with two words.
What. Bar.
I ignore his message, keeping my phone clutched in my hand, and throw myself into dancing and having fun until my phone trills again.
Answer me, Emily. Be good.
I’m not yours! Leave me alone.