XANDER
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TIRED
That was exactly what I was when I stepped out of my car and banged the door behind me. Instead of coming straight home, I spent my time in a small bar quite far away from the school. Where I knew I would not run into any parents, students or teachers I knew by any form of accident possible. I needed to drink, even if it was just a little, I needed to clear my head.
Why couldn't I do that at home? You might ask. Well, here's the reason.
The scent of the person I needed to stop thinking about lingered in my house from last night. I don't know if it was her scent, or it was my nostrils wishing it was nuzzling the back of her ears, but drinking at home would have only made things a lot worse.
I stepped into the house and found my door locked from the outside. It w
