Addicted

Chapter 1 - A Normal Day

My fingers were intertwined with her's, making me feel all tingly inside. We've been doing it for about a year now, but I can never shake the feeling she gives me when we touch. She's all I've ever wanted and all I'll ever need.

Blaire Donahue.

How can someone be so perfect?

I could stare into her sparkly, blue eyes all day. I swear, even the way her brunette hair cascades past her shoulders is perfect. It's tempting to push a strand of her hair behind her ears most of the time.

After realizing I had been getting lost in her eyes, she releases her hand from mine and places both of them on either side of my face. I am quickly pulled into a quick peck on the lips.

"Get a room, you two!" One of our friends, Zeke, shouted. He continued to down his breakfast, which was almonds and cheese. He called himself a super athlete, sometimes drinking random muscle drinks that I suggested he throw out. He, along with like five other people, were chilling in the hallway of the main academic building. Class would start in about five minutes.

Blaire replied to Zeke, "Chill out. Just because you've never experienced this doesn't mean you gotta bash on it." The whole group covered their mouths, either from stifling laughter or saying 'ooo'. I chuckled, giving Blaire a high-five before holding her hand again.

Eventually, everybody got back into their own conversations. I leaned my side against the lockers with left shoulder facing out. Blaire did the opposite, so she could face me. "So," She started, yet stopped.

"So?" I edged her on.

She bit her bottom lip, knowing exactly that that turned me on every, single time. I grabbed her hip and was about to smash my lip onto her's, but she put her hand on my chest, placing a barrier between us. "Nah-uh. Nope. I know it can get awkward, but please come to dinner with my parents and I. My mom won't stop bugging me to ask you to come over. She's cooking her famous fish dish. I know you're not a big fan of seafood, but-" She seemed out of breath, so I stopped her with a kiss on the cheek.

"I will. Don't sweat it. Half the time your dad wants to kill me, but I'm fine with eating your mom's delicious cooking." I say, getting a kick out of her. She nods once and thanks me by kissing me on the lips.

The bell rang moments later. We all went our separate ways, dragging our feet and lifting our chins up. I had walked to my first class, Algebra, with my friend, Johnny.

Let me tell you a little bit about the infamous Johnny Wilkins: 6'4, sucks at basketball, plays decent baseball, and throws the best parties in Fern County. If he was as book smart as he was street smart, he wouldn't be copying off of my worksheets half the time in Algebra. Other than this, he always has my back. We've been pretty good friends since we were in elementary school.

We were clicking pens obnoxiously to annoy the shit out of some of the ignorant kids who thought they were way smarter than everyone else. We were giggling and all, until Johnny dropped his face.

"Yo, so I got a question." He says. I nod at him.

"Shoot." I say.

He leans toward my desk and clears his throat. He whispers, "The folks are going out of town this weekend, and you already know how it goes down. You and the girls going to the Regional tournament is big, so what better way to celebrate than with a party." He has this sly smile on this face.

I smirk. "Say no more. This Friday night. Party time." I say, giving him a fist bump. We both nod at each other knowingly before getting back to clicking our pens until Mr. Kahn walks by and scolds us.

The first few periods went by fairly quickly. I eventually strutted to the cafeteria with my best friend, Zoey, and some of the other girls on the basketball team. "You guys doing anything this Friday?" I ask. They looked at me knowingly before smiles appeared on their faces.

"We doing something at your place for making it to Regionals?" Sasha asks. I shake my head.

"Johnny's throwing a house party. I know there's gonna be hella people, because why not? If you guys are cool with it, he's doing it for us. I thought I'd get the word around. You guys in?" I ask, pleading with my eyes. They both shove me lightly, but four athletes shoving me lightly is something compared to others doing that. I nearly fall into my ass.

"Of course, T!" They say.

"Alright. Cool." I say, my lips wooly upturning into a big smile.

I took my seat at the table where some of the cheerleaders and jocks sat. It was kind of sad to see that there were labels at this school, but nobody straight up disrespected another for being one thing. People just had their own place at Scottsdale High.

I sat between Blaire and her friend, Vivian. Vivian looked like the polar opposite of Blaire: doe brown eyes, blonde hair, and lips that always sported a smirk. She could be intimidating, but I was just glad that she was actually way nicer than she put herself out to be.

"Babe, Johnny's-" I started, but was cut off.

"Throwing a party? I know. Everybody's talking about it." She says, taking a bite of her strawberry. Damn, she looks sexy even doing that. I clear my throat after casually staring.

I reply, "Yeah. Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page."

She says, "Of course." before pecking my cheek.

"Bleh! PDA!" Vivian exclaims, making us glare at her jokingly.