Addicted

C h a p t e r o n e

M o n d a y

I woke up to the sound my alarm. I reach for my phone and hit snooze. Monday's were never my favorite. 10 minutes later, the alarm goes again, making me throw my phone across the room, then going to get it because my alarm didn't shut off.

I walk into the bathroom to wash my face. I then go to the kitchen to get breakfast. Lucky charms, to be exact. I sit at the table and go onto Instagram, then snapchat, and eventually Twitter. I put my bowl in the sink and proceed to my room to change. Light wash ripped skinny jeans with a plain white t-shirt. I brush my teeth, do my makeup, and finally my hair. I straightened it and left it down. I put on my adidas, grabbed my bag and phone, and was out the door.

"Hey Soph," my best friend Layla says cheerfully. "Hey Layla." I reply. "Ugh, Jack looks so cute." I say, staring at Jack Gilinsky. Layla rolls her eyes, "Sophia, get over him already!" She says, laughing.

Ever since 7th grade, I've had this major crush on Jack. I've always tried to get over him. It just never worked. He had it all. Popularity, money, looks, everything. I felt as if I was addicted to him. He was all I thought about at night, in the morning, when I saw him, in school. He was on my mind 24/7.

"Earth to Sophia?" Layla said, snapping her fingers in front of my face. "C'mon, we have history."

Jack gilinsky was everywhere. I saw him in the halls, in the front office, at lunch, I would even see him walking past my class in the halls during class. I didn't wait for him. I just saw him. Jack gilinsky was a drug. And I was Addicted.