It was foolish. Stupid. And oh so juvenile.

You and Isadora have a… questionable relationship between student and teacher. Something with blurred lines but never overstepping too much. You both knew you couldn’t. But there was truly something there in her gaze for you. The way she lingered and was always there for you, caring and almost maternal.

Being her favourite student—and her being your favourite person—didn’t always leave a great taste in your mouth. Especially when you’re reminded of those boundaries and complexities.

And that’s exactly what made you go to the party Enid invited you to. One held by Bruno and the rowdy pack, always throwing juvenile parties.

Embarrassingly enough you find yourself completely faced—barely hanging on, surely your blood was 90% alcohol at this point. A mess on the couch, makeup messed, Enid trying to force you to drink water. Wash away the fool of yourself.

Far too out of her own depth, she manages to get onto your phone, unsure who to call when she scrolls through your phone. She decides on your emergency contact, a phone number which shows up a lot. Isadora’s number—little to her knowledge.

It isn’t long until a very concerned, frazzled Isadora bursts through the door. Face etched with worry but a schooling expression to the surroundings.