Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

48.Fatal

(Warning: drug use, sexual content, smut.)
*Disclaimer:I don't want you guys to think I'm by any means trying to glamorize or romanticize drug addiction.Drug addiction is horrible and I don't support it, but I also know plenty of teenagers that are in toxic relationships and that do drugs. It's important to note, this story is written in Timothée and Amelia's perspective and neither of them are exactly mentally stable in this book so..enjoy*

Timothée drives at a high pace in the dead of the night. I don't know where we are and I don't know where we are going but that excites a thrilling feeling in me that I can feel buzzing throughout my body.

"Are you scared?" Timothée asks me as he pulls up to a stoplight with one hand on steering wheel and another on my bare knee.

"For whatever reason any fear I have just turns into exhilaration when I'm with you." I admit as I look into his eyes, and he looks weirdly concerned by my response for a second before he pulls my head to his harshly and kisses me aggressively.

Why does this feel so right? We're are literally doing ALL the things we shouldn't do. I begged him to invite me to his unhealthy and destructive lifestyle, and I don't even feel an ounce of regret or hesitation. If I didn't know any better,I would say I wanted this all a long..because in a way it makes me feel closer to him.

I start to see the New York City lights when I realize we're in Brooklyn and we suddenly pull up to a sidewalk. "Get out and follow me." Timothée says as he reaches over and pushes my door open.

I look at him a little perplexed but do as I'm told, the more dominant side of him turns me on. I see him toss his keys to the valet, before he grabs my hand and pulls me to flashy nightclub. "Timothée..Welcome." The bouncer at the door says without checking our I.Ds.

What is going on?

Timothée seems to be a regular here by the way he was greeted at the door.
He doesn't let go of my hand and starts pushing through the sweaty crowd of people and I just swallow down all my questions. I asked for this. I wanted him to bring me into his world.

"Hey Man!" I see Sebastian rise up from the circular table at the very back of the club and clasp Timothée's hand as he greets him. He has a couple girls that look older than us sitting next to him with some men I don't recognize. Timothée places his hand on my waist protectively, as he looks around the club.

"I see you brought your sister with you tonight for a change." Sebastian looks at me surprised.

"Yeah..sort of last minute. We ditched the formal. It was stupid." Timothée says as he tries to remain casual in his response and Sebastian laughs, "I have your stuff." Sebastian says as he sips his drink and pulls a paper bag out of his deep jacket pocket and hands it over to Timothée.

Timothée grabs it swiftly and starts to rummage through it like he's inspecting it. "Looks about right. Thanks. "Timothée says as he hands Sebastian over a big chunk of cash and Sebastian smiles before pulling out his own bag of coke and sprinkling it on the table.

"Here. Do a line with me, On the house." He says jokingly as he winks at Timothée. Timothée moves his head to his right so he could look at me, as if he's waiting for an approval of some sort. 

"Go ahead." I shrug with reluctant look on my face.

I wanted him to be himself..and that's exactly what he's doing. I wont back out now.

"Um alright." Timothée says as he walks over to the table that's dusted with cocaine. I watch his hair fall around his face as he smoothly inhales it in and throws his head back. I've never tried it, but Timothée is making it look like it feels really good, and for the first time ever.. I can't deny that I'm curious.