Addicted to You

"You're Too Sweet For Me"

The argument escalated, my parents' voices growing louder and more heated.

"You're so irresponsible, Leia!" my dad thundered. "You know the rules, and you deliberately chose to disobey them!"

"I didn't mean to, Dad!" I protested. "My phone died, and I had no way of telling the time. It was an honest mistake!"

My dad's pacing continued, his anger and worry fueling his words. "I let you go out with that boy, and this is what happens! You break curfew and let your phone die! What am I supposed to think, Leia?"

I bit my lip, trying to hold back a smile as I thought about Timothée. But my dad's expression turned even darker, and I knew I had to keep my thoughts to myself.

"You're making a big deal out of nothing, Dad," I said, trying to sound calm.

But my dad's anger only grew. "A big deal out of nothing? You have no idea how worried your mom and I were! We thought something terrible had happened to you! Did you even consider that?"

I looked down, avoiding his gaze. I knew I hadn't considered it, and I didn't want to admit it.

My dad's voice rose again. "You could have been in a dangerous situation, and you had no way of calling for help! What if something had happened to you?"

I quickly spoke up, trying to defend myself. "I wasn't in danger, Dad. I was with Timothée."

But my dad's expression only turned more skeptical. "Timothée. Do you really expect me to trust him?"

My dad's words were laced with disdain, and I felt a surge of defensiveness. "Yes, Dad, I trust him. And he's a good person, despite what you think."

My dad snorted. "I'm sure he's great. But you're still grounded, and you're going to have to earn back our trust. No phone, no going out with friends, and definitely no seeing him until we say so."

I felt a pang of frustration and anger, but I knew better than to argue further. I nodded reluctantly, knowing that I had to accept my punishment.

But as I turned to go to my room, my dad's parting words stopped me. "And Leia? We'll be keeping a closer eye on you from now on. No more sneaking around, no more lies. You're going to have to be more responsible if you want our trust back."

I nodded again, feeling a mix of resentment and determination. I knew I had to prove myself to my parents, but I also knew that I couldn't give up on Timothée. Our connection was too strong, too real. And I was determined to find a way to make it work, no matter what.

~

As soon as I walked through the school doors, Timothée appeared out of nowhere, his arms wrapping around me in a tight embrace. "Hey, beautiful," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.

Rachel's eyes widened in surprise, and she turned to watch us with a knowing smile. "Looks like someone's got a new boyfriend," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

I giggled, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. "Timothée, people are staring," I whispered, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

But Timothée just laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I don't care," he said, his lips trailing kisses along my neck. "I want everyone to know that you're mine."

I rolled my eyes, laughing. "You're going to get us in trouble," I warned, trying to push him away.

But Timothée just held me closer, his arms tightening around me. "I don't care about trouble," he whispered. "I just care about you."

I sighed, knowing that we were making a scene. And with the girls from school already giving me the cold shoulder since I landed the role of Sandy, I knew that kissing Timothée in front of them would be like throwing fuel on the fire. They'd be out for blood.