27 - Blaine.

I rest my feet on the footstool in the staff room and take a long sip of whiskey to calm my nerves. Drinking on the job isn't something I do often, but since the other night with Azira, I've been on edge. I've also been avoiding her like the plague for an entire week, and it's driving me crazy.

Whiskey takes the edge off.

Oak is right. Getting involved too heavily with a student is a bad idea, because most full grown women can't handle the sadistic side of me, let alone an innocent little virgin like Azira Sidorov. No matter whether she's a natural masochist, there are some things even most masochists can't handle.

"Drinking on the job, Blaine?" Archer says as he walks into the staff room.

"Who says it's alcohol?"

He arches a brow. "No one carries anything but alcohol in a fucking flask and I can smell it." He holds a hand out, expecting me to give him a swig.

"Get your own."

He crosses his arms over his chest. "You're not the only one who is having a bad day. Now hand it over."

"Who