Under Control (FreenBecky)

Chapter 5: Addiction

A new day has come and we are again sitting in classes, today everything is different, tension is flying in the air, and we hardly communicate, she avoids my eyes, and I really want to apologize, not with words, with a look, warm, caring, although I apologize It seems like there's nothing to it, but, for unknown reasons, I'm consumed by a feeling of guilt.

I sit half-turned, admiring her, while she enthusiastically listens to the lecturer, occasionally leaning over her notebook to write down important points. The girl today is in black, black ripped jeans, a black T-shirt with thin straps hugs sharp thin shoulders, green eyes are lined with gray, straight hair, pulled out with a curling iron, plump lips covered with scarlet lipstick, in this image she looks like a vampire, daring, sexy, dangerous.

I look at my watch, there are 15 minutes left in the class, I move closer to her, and whisper in her ear.

"I'll go to the toilet, don't leave without me, wait here."

"Okay, just don't be late" there are notes of irritation in the voice.

Raising my hand, I asked to leave. The toilet was close, three doors from our classroom, and there was a large sign on it, with the inscription "Repair", the next closest one was in the other wing, three floors from me, having estimated the time, I decided to become impudent and go to the service room, on floor above.

Getting up, i looked around, quickly sneaking into the room. While I was doing my business, the light suddenly turned off and it seemed as if something clicked in the keyhole.

"Well, that's just what I needed" the bell rang outside the door, as luck would have it, notifying the students about the end of the class.

Having found a cell phone in my bag, i turned on the flashlight, went to the door, and tried to open it, but in vain.I dialed Becky's number in the hope that she would save me, there were no beeps, instead they told me that the subscriber was unavailable.

"Damn it" I was starting to get nervous, finding myself in a completely stupid situation. Time passes, i hope my drug addict would not go somewhere. Not caring about what might get in my way, I started banging on the door with all my might, hoping to be heard by someone, but, again, nothing, because the toilet was located at the end of the corridor and besides, there were no student classrooms on this floor.

"Think, Freen!" I encouraged myself.

It was also not possible to knock down this damn door with my fragile shoulder, there was only one option left, and for it I owe it to my older brother, who was also very naughty.

After rummaging around in the bag, I pulled out a couple of paper clips, now all it takes is sleight of hand and... voila! Skill, as they say, cannot be wasted, now the only thing left to do is find the girl.

Just in case, I went down to the auditorium, although I was almost sure that no one was waiting for me there. So it is, emptiness, not a single living soul.

"Damn, where is she?" I ran around all the corridors, the girl seemed to have disappeared into the ground.

Lost, I went out into the backyard of the university, stood up, slowly taking in air through my nose, regaining my lost breath. Then my attention was drawn to a dilapidated small building, located a little further away, in need of demolition for a long time; I heard that it had a reputation as an abandoned smoking room. Without hesitation, I quickly walked towards the building, going around the end of it. Four teenagers, two guys and two girls scattered around the steps, a dark, shaggy, casually dressed guy was finishing a joint, lighting it and taking a savory drag, throwing his head back with pleasure, releasing a cloud of smoke upward in a column, passing the dope further, to her, but I make it in time, persistently I grab her by the T-shirt.

"Sorry, guys, I urgently need a sister, there's no way without her, it's a matter of life and death" she exhales angrily through her flared nostrils and reluctantly gets up, "Leave this" I nod my head at the joint, the brown-haired girl irritably pushes it back to the guy, and I take her away or rather, I drag her away, almost running, away from prying eyes.

"How the hell did you get out of there so quickly? How in general?" She screamed furiously in my face.

Hearing this, I began to boil in response:

"Are you fucking crazy, locking me in the toilet to blow? Do you even think with your head? Will I pee in a jar instead of you? Or fuck it, I'm quitting, figure it out yourself, and I'll find a more serious job than fixing the brain of a young drug addict and good luck to you in your new place, in New York."

A short silence and a little guilt:

"The nurse was there today, in the morning, next time in three days, I decided that I shouldn't show it, sorry, stay, I really don't want to move, it's just sometimes beyond my strength. God, I'm so tired of all this, two weeks, university - home, university - home, it's like fucking Groundhog Day, I'm not used to this, you know, I want to scream from anguish."

I didn't know what to tell her, I didn't feel pity or sympathy, and the anger was slowly receding.We sat down on a small stone fence, the girl took a neatly packaged cigarette from her back pocket and twirled it in front of my nose.

"It's not drugs! Can I at least smoke once? Otherwise, they say, it's harmful to quit completely abruptly."

"They're talking nonsense. But OK. Smoke. Once."

Having smoked a cigarette and extinguished it on a stone, she jumped off and stood on her feet.

I looked at her carefully.

"So? Why was this done? Do you feel relieved? Did you satisfy your need?"

She slowly approached me, stood up, resting her hands on the railing on which I was sitting, tightly touching the outside of my thighs, getting so close that I could feel her breath on my lips.

"How can I explain this to you? Here you are, you want me! And you can't control this process" she covers my knees with her hands, her voice is languid, with a slight hoarseness, terribly sexy "Desire arises in you unconsciously" her hands smoothly move upward, decisively but gently spreading my legs "Once arisen, it forces your body to experience it again" sharply grabbing me by the ass, she moves me closer to her, ending up with her thighs between my legs "You are trying with all your might to deny it" barely touching, she leads the tip of her nose up my cheekbone  "But, nevertheless, instincts take precedence over reason" she circles the auricle, breathes languidly "This is how addiction arises" she runs her tongue down my neck "Yours from me. Mine is from cigarettes" she stops between the collarbones, biting lightly "And if you decide to take a dose of your nicotine, what will happen then?" she moves her tongue along my neck, up to the other ear, gently biting the lobe "You may immediately regret this. Or maybe you'd like to repeat it?" she was looking at me with her mocking green eyes.

There's a pause and the brunette pulls away.

"Don't tremble like that. Are you frozen or something? Come on, I'll buy you some coffee" and holds out her hand, inviting me to get up.

"Fuck you" I growled, but still extended my hand, looking at the girl with a menacing look. "What was that all about?"

The girl laughed.

"Consider this a short excursion into my subconscious."

To Be Continued...