I decided to rewrite chapter two because it felt a little sloppy. My apologies, I wrote it at like 1 am when I was overtired and just wanted to get it over with. I'm taking a writing class right now so it's kind of showing me that my first draft of something isn't always the best.

The week went by at a glacial pace. When I got to my room Megan was already outside pacing like a wild animal. "Meg, you alright there buddy?"

"I'm already ready to tear my hair out from this place. Isn't school supposed to get easier the close you get to graduation?"

I sighed and unlocked my door. "It seems as though we've got a predicament," I said as I threw my bag halfway across the room in protest of its weight "we have a ton of homework to do and only about 50 hours to do it."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" She grinned at me

"Yes. Go get ready, we're going out."

Two hours later and we were walking to the local bar, Down the Hatch. DTH was a terrible bar but it was the only place in town within walking distance. I didn't plan on driving drunk and there were no shuttles going in and out of town so DTH was our best and cheapest bet on getting white girl wasted tonight. I had saved my favorite jeans all week in hopes that we would be going out. They had this effect on my butt that ensured that I would only have to pay for one drink, if any at all tonight. Megan had borrowed a push-up bra from me that made me think her boobs were going to hit her in the face. That might have been half the reason I had lent it to her, I laughed to myself as I picked my best friend accidentally hitting herself in the face with her own boobs. We got to the bar and Megan staked out to bar stools next to each other, rushing toward them with a fervor I've only seen after we get drunk and raid the cafeteria for waffles at three a.m.

After ordering we started scouting out prospective members of the male species to take home later. If we were lucky, we'd each score a beer, a bar stool, and a boy. Two of the three had been acquired and we had the whole night to figure out the last one. Neither of us stuck to beer very long and before I knew it, I was alone. Megan had decided that the dance floor was where she wanted to be tonight and I knew better than to get in the way of a girl that wanted to boogie. I was on drink number who knows what but I was situated happily between buzzed and falling over. This is the place that usually got me into trouble. I felt someone sit down on the stool that Megan had vacated and hoped she had come back so I could tell her how much I loved her. When I was this drunk I also tended to get over affectionate with my friends. It was probably another reason that she had chosen to get away from me before I got like that. I must have gotten too into my thoughts because I snapped back to attention as I was falling off of my bar stool. I felt someone grab me and thanked my lucky stars because I would have totally cracked my head open before I even finished my first full week of school. When I looked up I nearly choked on my own saliva. It would be the only professor to ever make me feel awkward. My very own knight in shining armor, Professor Lehnsherr, was smirking down at me with what I was pretty sure was the sexiest grin I had ever seen in my 21 years of life.

"Having some trouble there?"

I stumbled on both my words and my thoughts for a few moments before finally pulling myself out of his grasp and righting myself on my own stool. "Not having trouble at all actually. I was headed to the floor for a nap and you interrupted it."

"Should I put you back down on the ground then?" he offered

"No, no. If I nap here I'll never get to sleep tonight."

He laughed and we both turned back to the bar, quiet for a minute.

"So that's it?" I asked "I'm not going to learn the name of the man who saved me from sure death or at the very least, a nasty bump on the noggin?"

"Erik." He said more into his glass than to me. I wasn't going to admit he was my teacher just yet. I thought maybe I'd at least get a night of flirting with him before I came back to harsh reality.

"Well, Erik. I am Annabel. Annie, for short."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Annabel."

Oh God, he used my full name. It never sounded that good coming from boys my age. It was always a jumbled mess in between thrusts and the inevitable disappointment I felt when things were over. He waved his hand in front of my face and I snapped back to attention again.

"You must be drunker than I assumed. Which, you know, the assumption was pretty drunk considering you fell over."

"I'll have you know I have a rare balance disorder, falloveralotitis"

He laughed again and shook his head. "Are you here alone?"

"No," I said pointing out into the crowd "Maybe. My best friend was on the dance floor but it looks like I might have been left here."

He looked in the general direction I was pointing toward and shrugged "It does indeed look like you've been ditched."

"Oh well. I know how to have a good time when I'm alone."

"Should you be alone in a skeezy bar though?" He asked

"Are you saying I'm too frail and womanly to be here alone?"

"No. But you don't know if a group of guys may gang up on you."

"Fair enough."

"I was planning on getting out of here soon. Would you want to go get something to eat?"

"You aren't planning on taking advantage of me, are you Erik?"

"Not unless you ask me to."

That certainly shut me up. My eyes got wide and I took his outstretched hand. Tonight was either going to be very very good or very very bad. I was hoping for a little bit of both.