Addicted {bxb}

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I was at the Dellmon's house the next day. By force not by choice. I tried to get out of it but if I was being realistic there was nothing better for me to do. My parents were talking to the Hawks (Maricio's parents) in one corner of the living room and the Dellmon's (Erica's parents) were in the kitchen talking to a couple that I've never seen before until today. I was standing with Erica by the front door just in case I needed to make a quick escape which was most likely bound to happen. I really didn't want to be here right now.

"Where's Adrian?" I asked once our previous conversation about Maricio ended.

"He left to hang out with his friends," Erica replied.

I looked at her confused because from what she told me before, Adrian was more so to himself. "I didn't know he had other friends," I said.

"I didn't know that either," Erica said, then shrugged her shoulders. "He usually doesn't do the whole event thing anyways."

"Or parties," I added, not sure why and thought about taking it back until Erica said this.

"You definitely ruined that for him."

And she was right. Whether or not Adrian didn't like parties or events as a personal preference I know now that he wouldn't want to go to another party because of me.

"Justin," I heard Erica's voice ring in my ear and I turned my head to look at her. "Are you and Maricio seriously hooking up?"

"I already told you," I said then let out a breath, already regretting telling Erica about him. "We're just having fun at the moment."

"For now," she said, raising her glass to her lips to hide the smirk on her face.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, carefully crossing my arms in front of my chest so I wouldn't spill the champagne in my glass.

"You used to hate Maricio," she pointed out as if I didn't already know how I felt about the individual. "And not only did you sleep with him once but three times!?"

I shook my head, ready to end the conversation once again. "I know Erica but that doesn't mean anything."

"Of course you wouldn't know," she scoffed. "But it's the start of an enemies to lovers' story."

"You watch too many dramas," I chuckled, then finished the last of my champagne.

"I'm just stating the obvious," she said then took a step back, disappearing into the crowd.

Of course, Erica was wrong. Sure, I had sex with Maricio more than once which was something I wouldn't do normally but with him there was something that I was drawn to. I've slept with countless people in my life but when it came to Maricio... it felt different. Just as I was about to make my leave to the kitchen to get another glass of champagne the front door opened, causing me to stop in my tracks and look at the person that was entering the house.

Adrian.

I was standing face to face with Adrian after not seeing him for two months. To me he looked fine. He looked like he was doing better than the night he ran off once I came to the realization about what I thought was going to happen between us.

"Adrian," I said but he put his earbuds in and walked around me so he could head upstairs to his bedroom.

I take that back. He wasn't doing better. I ignored the footsteps behind me until they came to a stop. "Let me guess," Maricio spoke. I turned around so I could face him then he added, "One of your failed one-night stands?"

I shook my head. "It's nothing important."

I took a step but before I could get anywhere, he spoke again. "It seemed personal," he said.

"It wasn't," I said and finally I was able to go to the kitchen.

Only when I got there, I wasn't expecting to see the Dellmon's still talking to the same couple I saw earlier. Since it seemed like Mr. Dellmon was too busy talking to the man in front of him, so I made eye contact with Erica's mom. She gently grabbed the woman's wrist, whispering something to her before making her way to me. She gave me a warm smile the closer she got to me, but I could tell that it was fake.

"You're bold for showing your face in my house," was the first thing she said to me once she was standing in front of me.

"If I had a choice I would much rather be at home," I said and it was true.

"Right and let me guess you would be drunk, high, and forcing yourself onto someone."

I completely forgot that Adrian told his parents about that incident, but I didn't let that get to me. I smirked and carelessly shrugged my shoulders. "They were all attracted to me but sure I guess you could say something like that."

She scoffed before asking me, "Do you even care that you are embarrassing your parents by acting like that?"

"They don't even notice me enough to tell me anything about my life," I said, growing annoyed with our conversation.

"Maybe if you tried to clean up your act then they would."

Now I can see why my parents like the Dellmon's so much. Before I could say the next thing that was on my mind Erica walked up beside me.

"Is everything alright?" she asked, sounding like she was actually concerned about us.

I gave her mom one last look before turning to Erica telling her, "Everything is perfectly fine."

As I left the kitchen, I was still able to hear her mom's voice. "I'm disappointed in you Erica," she said. "Why are you still hanging out with him?"

"Justin's my friend," Erica said in a defensive tone.

"Yeah, and Adrian is your brother," her mom countered quickly.

Once I was out of ear shot, I couldn't hear what else was said after that but one thing I knew was that her mom was right. Erica shouldn't be around me anymore. I was a bad influence for anyone that wasn't Randy or Oscar. Erica didn't drink. She didn't smoke. And she didn't have meaningless sex like I did. She wasn't addicted to those things the same way that I was but yet, she was still here with me.

She should be with her brother, comforting him because deep down inside I knew that was something that he needed. Whether he was doing it for the attention, which I knew he wasn't, Erica needed to be a sister to him. I should be the last person on her list of friends if you wanted to call me that. I wouldn't even consider myself a true friend to her.

Especially not after the stunt that I pulled.

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