Addicted - j.g

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"Where are they?" I said to myself. I tapped Carlos' contact on my phone & got no answer. Same with Chailyn.

"Banging," I smirked & picked up another cup.

I understood that my friends wanted to me slow down on drinking but it was just a principal of mine. That's the one thing I know best. To drink & to get high.

After about my fifth drink, I was starting to get a little tipsy. I had a very high tolerance from all of my years.

"Aye," I called Jarred.

"What's up Buzz?" he asked with a little smirk. His eyes were bloodshot red.

"Where's the bathroom? I gotta use it," I asked.

"Upstairs somewhere. This ain't my crib," he shrugged.

"Thanks," I dropped my empty cup & trotted upstairs.

I walked straight down the hall to see a big white door that looked like it was a bathroom. I opened it to see the balcony. On the balcony was a figure sitting on a beanbag & smoking.

"Aye," I called nervously, "you know where the bathroom is?"

He stood up from his beanbag & turned around to face me.

He had tanned skin with brown & blonde hair & had a joint hanging from his lip. He was hot.

"This isn't my house I wouldn't know," he exhaled his smoke into my face.

"Hasn't anyone taught you respect boy? It's rude to blow in a lady's face," I sassed & he began to chuckle which was even hotter than him, "then again, who says I'm a lady."

"Sorry to be disrespectful," he raised his hands in defeat.

"I'm playing," I punched his arm.

"Damn you kinda tough for a miniature thing aren't you," he smirked.

"Aye miniature my ass. I punched a girl downstairs just an hour ago," I looked around.

"Impressive," he nodded slowly,

"I think you're cool," he smiled as the smoke lifted from his lips.

"I think you're cool too," I smiled back.

"Let's get high together," he motioned a joint towards me.

"I gotta warn you," I took it in my fingers, "I'm a little intense."

"I like intense," he smirked & grabbed my wrist. He fell back onto his beanbag & pulled me with him. I landed with a thud on his lap.

"Didn't that hurt?" I chuckled as I grabbed the lighter from across the beanbag.

"Nah, I kinda liked it," he smirked, "no please," he took the lighter, "allow me," he lit my joint for me.

"Thank you," I smiled & put it in my mouth.

"So what's your name beautiful?" he asked as he gripped my thighs tightly.

"Buzzler. Naomi Buzzler But they call me Buzz," I closed my eyes & exhaled.

"Why's that?" he asked.

"Because I'm buzzed all the time," I giggled, "& what's your name?"

"Gilinsky. Jack Gilinsky," he introduced himself.

"Quite sexy," I bit my lip. He smirked in response.

"What brings you here?" he asked as he smoked.

"I'm friends with Jarred. I came here with my friends & they're a couple so they're probably banging," I laughed & he joined me. I don't know why but I think he was high enough already.

"& you fine dude?" I asked.

"I got into a fight with my boys so I came here to cool off," he whispered the last part & it was enchanting.

"I'm sorry about that," I ran my fingers under his chin & exhaled into his face.

"How old are you?" he whispered as he looked deeply into my eyes.

It seemed as he was looking past me but right at me. Like he was trying to read me as much as I was trying to read him.

"I'm seventeen. How old are you?" I asked the same question with the same remark.

"Twenty," his eyes began to drop & he accompanied it with a little chuckle.

"Interesting," I inhaled.

"Don't you wanna put that in my mouth?" he whispered as his hands trailed up & down my back.

I nodded my head & made a pout. I opened my mouth & slowly exhaled into his mouth. He bought his lips closer to mine & before I knew it, they made contact & we were making a little flame of our own.