Wicked style, Liam Dunbar

2.3 Alexithymia

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'It gets better, but what if I don't?'
- teenage dream, Olivia Rodrigo
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The music dulled every type of thought from my mind. Every negative thought that I usually have disappears. I know I said I was handling it but what Scott, or anybody for that matter, don't know can't harm them.

I feel a pair of hands trail their way along my waist, I turn to see Hazel at my side with a wide grin. I smile as I pull her close for a quick kiss, as I get closer I notice her eyes are dilated.

She giggles as she trails her hands over my body as we both move to the sound of the music. All around us are people from school dancing to the music or just making out.

I sallow thickly as I look around and get a sense of something approaching. Hazel notices this and pulls me closer to her, she pulls me for a kiss. "What are you worried about?" She whispers before kissing me again.

"It's anxiety" I answer with a small shrug. "Just my mind playing tricks on me."

Hazel nods before she grabs onto my hand and pulls me through the dance floor and towards the bar. She leans over the bar and calls out to the bartender, "could I have a vodka and watermelon."

"Sure darling." The bartender begins to pour her drink and places it down on the bar, he turns to me, waiting for me to order.

"Whiskey."

"What type?"

"Whatever is the most expensive" I grin as I place my card down on the bar. The bartender takes my card and pays for me and Hazel's drinks and passes my card back. He then hands me the whiskey.

We head back out onto the dance floor, I down the whiskey and place the glass on a nearby table before continuing to dance with Hazel.

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One thousand bucks down and seven whiskeys later and I'm gone. Hazel is also stumbling around and holding onto my arm as we make our way through the club.

We turn the corner into a more quieter area and without a second of hesitation Hazel has her hand on my chest and is shoving me against the wall.

She kisses me roughly as she leans on top of my hard on. She knows what game she is playing. Hazel pulls away but doesn't move away from me, "am I turning you on?"

I look Hazel up and down for a moment before I answer. "A pretty girl that I care about very much is practically on my lap. Yes you're turning me on Hazel Lopez."

A smirk grows onto Hazels face. What I didn't notice that she was opening up a plastic sealed bag. She puts the bag back into her pocket before placing the pill on the edge of her tongue. "Take it."

My smirk grows as I lean forward and put my mouth around her tongue. I suck as I pull the pill off her and swallow. Hazel grips me by my hair and pulls me close.

I immediately feel the effects of whatever pill that was. My head starts to feel light and all of my anxiety fades away. Hazel grinds against my erection as she tugs on my hair. I groan into her mouth and she seems to eat every part of that up as she starts to move faster.

I pull her closer to me, gripping onto her ass. At this point you can barely tell where I end, and she begins. I push against the wall and flip us around, so Hazel's back is now against the wall and I'm towering over her. Hazel smirks as she stares up at me, so fucking seductive, "I hate to admit this but you're turning me on."