You tried to pay attention... you really did... you were a good student after all... there was just a lot of factors against you... memories of the night before... feeling like utter shit from the night before... and having entirely no interest in Fashion made paying attention to your Fash 101 professor... a Well dressed woman in a professional looking dress, who looked utterly disgusted when you walked into class.
To her Credit though she otherwise let it go starting her lecture on color pallets and seasonal styles...
About Halfway through class there was a lull when he professor let you all quietly take notes off the board. You excused yourself to the restroom.
Once outside the classroom you booked it to the restroom, finding a stall and trying to puke... you're body wanted to... your mind wanted to... you wanted to... even as just a symbalic gesture, get the cum out... would be the first step to mentally rejecting whatt happened. But you just didn't have anything in your stomach anymore, you'd barely eaten anything yesterday... other than cock-ful of cum, and you just couldn't get it to come up, you dry heaved into the toilet for a minute or two before you hear bathroom the door swing open...
You heaved yourself back onto your heels and went to clean up at the sink. There was a guy standing there, clearly surprised to see you... You had walked into the men's restroom out of habit.
You paused, but didn't have the energy or patience to deal with it, so you turned on the sink, turning away from him.
"Rough night?" he asks
"...The Worst night" you answer looking in the mirror... god you look like hell, Your Makeup guy David had really loaded you up with makeup last night, and all of it was messed up, you started grabbing paper towels and wiping it away.
The guy finished up and started to leave the bathroom... "Hope the rest of your day goes better..." and exits the bathroom.
"Well that was one of the better interactions I've had with a guy..." You continue cleaning your face before heading back to class.
Slightly refreshed you head back to class, the Professor seems pleased you've cleaned up, sure you're still in this ridiculous outfit from last night, but its something.
Class continued and you payed attention as best you could, you learned that denim is an autumn style...
Finally it wrapped and you...
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