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Chapter Two: Addicted to Madness

*Warning. This chapter has depiction of Sexual Violence and mentions of Drug Abuse. If this can be triggering to you, please proceed with caution. Take care of yourself.

The brownest eyes, huh?

Those eyes brought me to the realm of consciousness as they looked at me, their fist that was about to knock lowering down by their side.

"Hey! Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up- just heard about a new Westie joining, news spreads fast in these parts-"
The boy smiled down at me, his head tilting to the side. Hey, I wasn't sleeping?
"Not.. from around here, huh?"

"You could say that," I snapped back, much to your dismay.

No, dear reader, this is not my love interest. I know what you're probably saying, "but the chemistry!"

It's chapter two, weirdo. You can wait a little longer for the nitty gritty.
Back to the meet cute.

"Why are you here? Isn't it.." My words trailed off as I checked my wrist for a time- drats, no watch. Play it off.
"..late?" I looked back up and laughed, albeit awkwardly. Cannot interact with a human being for the life of me.

He laughed again and nodded his head.
"Yes, it's late.. but I figured I should try to make friendly with the fresh meat. Aaand, I brought herb."

I furrowed my eyebrows at the word. Herb? Is that some kind of..
Ooooh, weed. He brought weed.

He held up a jar full of the sweet plant that I'm legally allowed to abuse.

"Oh shit! Okay, sure. Come in. Make yourself at home!"
What?! Am I not allowed to indulge ever?

"I knew that would work. My name is Oliver. You're Adelaide?"

"Just call me Addie. It's easier." I shut the door behind him as he floated in, sitting down on my desk chair and putting the jar down.

"You smoke Hybrid, right?" He asked.

"Doesn't everyone?" I sat down on my bed.

"That's what I'm sayin'."

Immediately, I knew me and this guy were gonna be friends. He began the process of grinding the marijuana with a grinder and pulled out cones, packing them in with a pen I had. Courtesy of the "Shalliot Inn". Thanks Florida, miss you bunches.

"Do us the honors and start us off, your majesty." He slid the now rolled blunt over, not forgetting the lighter. Your majesty?

"Never call me that. I'm gutter trash, let's get that straight."

"Well.. that's one way to talk about yourself, I suppose. Smoke, smoke, smoke!"

I lit the blunt up and began to smoke it, and so many feelings I missed came back. The scent of marijuana filled my room and I knew that tonight would be a night that I wasn't going to retain in my memory.

Before I knew it, half the blunt was gone and I was coughing up a lung.

"Woah. I, uh.. thought that you would know how to-"

"No, no! I do, it's just been-" Cough.
"A while, I promise. This is nothing. My throat is just raw. Altitude difference."

He laughed.
"Whatever you say, gutter trash."

Eventually, the night was lost and somehow, we were no longer in the comfort of my dorm. Tears were shed and Ollie complained for hours about his boyfriend Fizzo. Now, we're in a fucking frat house. Of course.

Greening out is not a strong enough word for the intense high going on right now. As I sat in the basement of this grimy ass frat house, my little buddy Ollie was getting his back blown out by one of these freaks. I wouldn't have come be a good friend and sit while he got his ass fucked if I knew it would be at a fucking frat party. If you couldn't tell, I hate fraternities.