He was so utterly addictive. I was hooked on him the same way he was hooked on the drugs I guess. But he was addictive; there was no end to my desire to be near him. My heart would beat rapidly in my chest at the sight of him, but he wasn’t anything special to look at really. But he saw me. He saw me, and he understood me, even without words. He was a storm I never saw coming, a hurricane that moved swiftly and quickly into my life, consuming and destroying all in its path. But when I was in the eye of that hurricane, in the calm of the storm no matter how short my time there, it was perfectly addicting.
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Addictive
Teen FictionWhen Cora Lynn Fisher encounters a brooding but charming boy at school by the name of Drake, her world is turned upside down. As she falls head over heels for the seemingly perfect guy, she is engulfed in a storm of drugs, abuse, love, and addiction...