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𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

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  "Want a hit?" Rafe asks and I look in his pale blue eyes. "You don't even have to ask." I take the spliff from him, i bring it to my mouth and take a long hit. It goes straight to my head which I like. I'm laying on his legs while he's sat against a concrete wall. "How come you're doing this?" He questions, taking a drag after me. "I only live once. Wanted to give it a go." I admit, tucking my black, curly hair behind my ears. He hums as a response before handing the blunt back to me. Me and Rafe met a few weeks ago at one of his parties, he approached me for a reason I'm not too sure of. We started talking and now we're closer than I have ever been with any of my friends.

   Soon after, we're finished smoking so I reach over to my bag and pull out some whiskey. I'm staring up at Rafe smiling at him. His eyes are bloodshot and I'm sure mine are the same. "Your eyes are beautiful Y/n." He compliments as I take a gulp of the whiskey, "I know." I wink sarcastically and he just laughs at me. "Your ego is gigantic." He states before I sit up, my back is now also against the wall. The cold concrete touches my bare back, sending a shiver down my spine. "Not as big as yours though." I remind him as he takes a swig of the Jack Daniels. I'm used to drinking so it barely affects me anymore it turns out it doesn't affect him either. He drinks the liquor with ease.

   About an hour later I decide to go home before I get too drunk. "We should do this again sometime." I say to the boy in front of me. He nods his head, "Next time I'll bring some coke." He winks at me as I give him my brightest smile. "I look forward to it." I feel out of control, but what's composure? I don't need it.

   I arrive home 25 minutes later and my dad greets me at the door. "Y/n have you been smoking?" He asks me, voice raised. I shrug before saying "Yeah and?" If I'm being completely honest he can't judge me because he smokes, drinks, the whole lot. "What we're you thinking?" My dad queries, his anger increasing. He crosses his arms over his chest. "That I wanted to do it. And I'd do it again." I call out to him, making my way up the wooden stairs. You may call what I'm doing 'self destruction' but I call it fun.

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    "You actually came back." Rafe sounds surprised, he's currently making lines of coke on a garden table. "Obviously." I scoff, making my way towards him. I fix my black bikini as I reach him. "You look nice." He says, sparing me a glance. "Thanks." I say, hopping on the table. I scrunch my hair, trying to rid it of the salt water from the sea. "You just came from the beach?" He questions, what a stupid question. "No I came straight from my shower," I joke sarcastically while rolling my eyes. "Yes idiot I came from the beach." I lean back on my elbows as I watch him snort the cocaine. I sniff a line after him as he watches with a smirk on his face. "I never thought you would do this type of thing." Rafe admits, i bat my eyelashes at him. "Oh yeah?" I look at him, his face alluring. "It's kind of hot." He counters,  taking a step so he's between my legs. "Really?" I smirk as he places his hands on my thighs. He nods before moving one of his hands to my chin. He pulls my face forwards and connects our lips.

   I wrap my arms around his neck to bring us closer, he moves his hand from my chin to my throat. We break apart for about 5 seconds before our lips crash together again. I disconnect our lips and i bring mine to his throat. I lightly bite it, earning a groan from him.

  This quickly became our weekly routine: me meeting him at our corner, us either smoking, drinking or doing drugs, we end up making out then I go home. I've never let it go further than kissing because I don't completely trust him like that yet. After all, we haven't know each other for that long.

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