The best friend

A few weeks ago, a student, 35, asked me out using the guise of a lesson. I don't mix business with pleasure, so I brushed him off. If he had asked me out properly, I probably would have started dating him as he is an attractive man, personality-wise (not so much in the face). As the weeks go by, our casual conversations before and after class have turned into flirting, and trying to fit into this society, I was waiting for him to ask me out again. (If I were at home, I would have asked him out already if he wasn't my student.) All through these past weeks, I've been keeping my best friend in the loop.

Last Saturday, V dragged me to a club to keep my mind off my mom. There, I ran into my student and his friend. We all started dancing together and were having a pretty good time. Then I hear her ask him if he wanted to kiss me. After that, he just started staring at me. I was in such a drunken state that I felt really awkward and wanted to leave. So I did. I went home and curled up in my blankets on the floor/bed and passed out.

I get a phone call the next morning.

"Frances, I'm sooooo sorry. I slept with your student."