Smoking, drinking, drugs, etc. Are what kids my age use it in two different ways one is to escape whatever is going on and just forget about it completely even if it was to be a few hours. The second way is too look cool in front of they're friends and just wanting to fit in with everyone else. But they're is a third way. The third way is addiction. Relying on something so much your begin to think it's the only thing that's keeping you alive.
Smoking around London was probably the one thing I love doing it's amazing seeing places you don't live in and see how much different it is there than where your from. After finding out what Mathias did last night I decided to leave I mean sophomore year is over and It's the beginning of summer so who wouldn't pack up they're stuff and explore around the world. Nico couldn't tag along since he has some sort of football camp thing with Liam and Mathias. So I decided to fuck it and get out.
I've been getting a lot into smoking anything in sight I wish I could lie and say that I hate what it makes me feel but I would be lying to myself. Smoking weed or using any type of drug has been the only thing keeping me from thinking about the asshole himself.
I walked into a small coffee shop a small old lady owned across the street from my apartment for the time I'm here. I've been loving coming here each morning and enjoying a good cup of coffee. Their is this guy who is always here too he's always here before me and leaves after it's crazy how I haven't talked to the guy yet but the guy is too gorgeous to just walk up to him. The thing I don't like about London though is the paparazzi it's way worse here than back home. I once walked out my building and see a bunch of cameras and flashlights in my face before I could blink.
"Hey sweetheart same as always?" Dorothy asks as I nod and pull out my phone to not look weird just standing there.
"Hazel nut milk and no sugar girl" a English accent says behind me when I turn around I see the guy I always stare at right before my eyes. He's hotter up close his tattoos peaking through his black leather jacket and his blonde hair seems so effortlessly put that you could run your hands through it and it would still look perfect on his head. I reached to his chest and had to look up to that gorgeous man figure who was probably around 6' something feet. I don't know how humans could be so tall which is why I genuinely believe in giants.
"But extra cream" I say which might have been the best or worst thing I could say right now. " But the extra cream how could I forget" he smiles gently. I didn't realize how long we were looking at each other until I see him look up to the lady behind the register with a cup of coffee in hand.
"Thank you Dorothy" I smile to her while she gives me a no problem in return as she goes back to work. "Let me invite you to coffee" the blonde says causing me to look behind me again. "I already have a coffee in hand though" I laugh holding it up.
"I know you do but since I've seen you enter this cafe almost everyday I can't help but feel guilty I haven't asked you out for one I can't let you spend money" he says smirking. I can't help but smile but in my head I'm killing myself repeatedly I'm over here flirting and might go on a date with someone and start to move on and I can't help but feel guilty about Mathias but I shouldn't. Right?
I meen he did sleep with another girl right after our little "break up" so I'm not the one who should feel guilty but he should. I came to London to move on and start something new.
"I would love to join you for a cup of coffee" I say earning a small grin in return.
"But before I accept fully I don't even know your name" I laugh making him face palm "it's Alec Cruz" he says holding out his arm for me to shake.
"Well Alec Cruz Im Adelina Arrison pleasure to meet you" I say shaking his hand . "The pleasure is all mine" he returns taking my hand a placing a small but gentle kiss on the back of my hand.
I've never experienced such thing in my life, my whole stomach is making twist and turns which almost makes me want to throw up but I can't because that would be gross and un educated of me like mother would say.
Everyday after June 1st went amazing; for a few days. The first month all we did was either hang out have sex or do drugs it might sound normal or just something anyone would do but no, it wasn't anything I actually expected. That might sound like a good thing but it isn't. Thanks to Alec Cruz I'm who I am. I became a heartless bitch who all she wants is to have sex and leave.
A guy.
All guys enjoy that until they see what they are actually doing to me but no one ever notices. They don't see the actual damage they cause each time they beg for me to be in their bed but I don't mind because I'm living my best life.
People might call me a whore or a hoe for messing around with guys from occasion but I don't blame them I am, I'll admit it. Alec Cruz taught maybe things and one is for me to love my life and not give a fuck about what others say or think about it because at the end of the day we all die and no one gets to justify your actions; except yourself.
So here I am back in London for fashion week since I have to choose what to wear when we arrive to Paris this week. Max and Dylan are already there preparing or whatever they do while the rest of us are in London for a few more days before everything starts.
"Hello there can I help you lovely couple find anything" a worker tells me making me turn around because I've been thinking I was alone this whole time around town but I see Mathias face glare down at me while I send him a scared face in return. I didn't mean to but it was then only thing I did causing him to laugh at my action.
"No thank you ma'am" is all he says causing her to walk away with a small smile on her face. "Why did you get scared" he laughs a bit while grabbing a black top and then setting it down before looking at me. "I didn't know you were behind me I've been thinking I was alone for the last hours why didn't you say anything" I tell him grabbing that same black top he had and putting it in my pile. I gotta admit Mathias knight might be a bitch and an asshole oh and a stupid cocky arrogant whore but other than that he does have one quality and that is his sense of style.
"I did say some stuff but you never actually looked up or look behind you to see or opened your ears to hear me" he rolls his eyes walking away to a different pile of clothes examining them.
"I was focused and put that pink top in my pile" I tell him and instead of doing as told he puts it back but I can't grab it since I have two hand fulls of clothes and hangers almost attached to me if I wanted it I I had to let it all go. "Why do you need so many clothes we're just going one day" he says grabbing the hangers and clothes from my hands and puts them in a small cart he grabbed.
"Options" I say in a duh tone causing him to roll his eyes while he pushes the cart.
"Stop stoping the cart" I groan massaging my heal after he basically impaled me with the wheels.
"You Americans are so dramatic" he says popping out his accent which causes me to scoff in return. "You are a only part English and have the accent because of your mom and dad when they studied here but that doesn't mean anything because your form America" I almost yell at him. "And I'm Italian!"
"Shush if I'm American your American plus your last name is sounds white" he whispers "So is yours and that doesn't even make any sense" I scoff
"It does you're just not smart enough to get it"
"Are you calling Me dumb I'm the smartest person at school and your barely passing"
"I'll have you know I'm a straight A student" he scoffs like I just Insulted him.
"Really since when?"
"shut up" is all he says before picking me up like a sack of potatoes and walking out of the store.
"Hey my clothes" I whine once were out. "Your rich order them or buy the store" he scoffs.
"Adelina Arrison!!" A familiar voice called. Once I turned to the voice I couldn't believe my eyes.