Chapter 65 She Got Drunk
James's lips curled as he downed his drink in one go.
He grinned, "Jessica, you're something else. Great with medicine and a champ at drinking. How about a few more?"
James was clearly into Jessica. Everyone around picked up on it and started egging her on to drink more with him.
Jessica's ears buzzed with their encouragement.
No one cared about her feelings; they were all focused on their own performance and the school's reputation.
A wave of sadness hit her. She realized James was trying to make things tough for her.
In a place like this, with so many school leaders around, she had no choice but to go along with it.
Jessica poured herself another drink and downed it quickly.
That's when James noticed something was off. Jessica wasn't a drinker; she was mad at him.
But with so many eyes on them, he couldn't show his concern too openly.
Jessica's eyes were a mix of hurt and defiance, locked on him.
After her third drink, she couldn't handle the nausea anymore.
"Sorry," she muttered and bolted out.
James wanted to get up but held back because of the crowd, staying put.
He was used to the flattery, but he couldn't help worrying about Jessica.
In the bathroom, Jessica threw up, rinsed her mouth, and splashed water on her face, trying to sober up.
But she was never good with alcohol, and the whiskey hit her hard, making it tough to walk straight.
She figured enough time had passed. The drinking session should be over by now.
She didn't want to go back and face more of James's humiliation.
Jessica steadied herself and walked out of the bathroom.
Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her wrist.
The next second, she was in that familiar yet unfamiliar embrace.
Jessica burst into tears and snapped, "Mr. Kelly, everyone's waiting for you. You don't want our relationship exposed, do you?"
James held the crying Jessica, feeling both angry and heartbroken.
He spoke softly, "The drinking session is over. Your school's leaders and teachers have all left."
"Then I want to leave too. I need to get back to my experiments," she slurred, still resisting even in her drunken state.
James suddenly scooped her up and said firmly, "How are you going to do experiments now? You can't even stand."
He carried her straight outside.
Once in the car, he told Sean, "Drive, take us home."
Jessica mumbled, "I'm not going home. I don't want to go home. That's not my home! I've never had a home."
Her words felt like needles in his heart.
She said she didn't have a home.
He held the struggling Jessica and said, "Jessica, shut up and be quiet. If you can't drink, don't act tough. You're the one who ends up suffering."
Jessica, her face flushed from the alcohol, punched him in the chest. She complained, "And you still blame me! In that situation, could I not drink? You bully me and then say I'm wrong. You're a jerk! Yes, James, you're a jerk!"
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