Endless Addiction | Completed

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Analia Rayne ||

"White girl can move!"

Cheers follow after making me more confident.

I am currently standing on a.. table? Yeah.

Not only standing but dancing.

Now, this really feels like the club.

Aaron, aka the boy who gave me my beautiful bag of cocaine, passes me a blunt.

I take a pull from it before handing it back to him.

I move my hips to the beat of the music not having a single care in the world till I spot him.

My stomach instantly drops, making me sick.

I hop off the table with Aaron's help.

"Thanks, little boy," I say to him. He shakes his head before giving me a bag of cocaine. I get on my tippy toes leaving a kiss on his cheek. "You're the best."

"Lia!" I turn around to the familiar voice and see Joe and Chase standing there.

I smile happily throwing my arms around them. "I've missed you guys! You guys missed out on all the fun!"

Joe pushes me off and I narrow my eyes at him. Dick. "We saw your fun. Didn't look very pleasing."

"It was very pleasing." I take out the bag of crack holding it out in my head, "Want?"

"Where did you get that from?" Chase asks me. I turn around pointing at Aaron. Oh wow. He's making out with two girls right now.

"Are those the-," I get cut off by Chase, "The bathroom girls?"

I blow out raspberries before turning around. Get it, Aaron.

Chase tries taking the bag out of my hand but my reflexes are quicker. "You don't need anymore."

"Yes, I do. It's been months since I've had any," I tell him. "Please Chasey Pooh?"

"Chasey Pooh?" Chase questions the nickname. Joe chokes on a laugh before clearing his throat to cover it up.

"Let's just get you out of here before you do heroin next."

Is that how they see me? I'm offended.

Chase grabs my arm surprising me. Are we leaving? I didn't get to say bye to Aaron. Now he's going to be sad. As Chase pulls me I drag my feet even more. I don't want to go. This place is fun.

"Lia, don't make me pick you up."

"Just-Wait." I walk over to a small table set up two lines.

I'm sorry. I just had to.

The two lines soon disappear and I whip my head back up. I squint my eyes and scrunch my nose. Phew.

That felt good. I stuff the bag back into my pocket.

Then my favorite song ever starts playing. Who's playing this?! They deserve some home baked goods made by theirs truly.