Intoxicating

Thrashing Tides

⚠️I'm warning my 3 best guy friends who follow me on this app to NOT read this...please. You know I'm obsessed with Timothée, but this will make you see me in a whole new light. It's the smutiest of the smut. You've been warned!😂⚠️

⚠️Long ass chapter, and the day Timothée Chalamet confesses he reads fanfics about himself, is the day this chapter gets deleted. It's PURE smut. 🤣⚠️

Leia's POV

By the time Monday rolled around, I was running on fumes. The weight of everything was crushing me. Timothée. Courtney. The auditorium. That night in Courtney's room. I hadn't been able to shake any of it.

I walked into school feeling like I'd barely slept, my mind tangled in knots over every choice I had made in the past few days. Timothée's texts kept replaying in my head, the way he smirked and teased, the way he touched me in the auditorium, the way his words still had me on edge. And then there was Courtney-her soft voice, her lips, her hands. How the hell did I let things go that far?

I wanted them both, and that made me sick to my stomach. Not because I'd done those things, but because I couldn't decide which of them I wanted more. The guilt of wanting them both was eating me alive. It was selfish, and I knew it. But every time I tried to figure it out, my mind just spiraled.

I found myself drifting through the hallways like a ghost, barely aware of the conversations buzzing around me. People waved, smiled, asked how my weekend was, but it was all a blur. All I could think about was how I had crossed a line with both of them, and now there was no going back.

Courtney and I shared a few classes together, and when I saw her that morning, she gave me a small, knowing smile, like we had this secret between us. Which we did. A huge one. And then there was Timothée, leaning against his locker like he didn't have a care in the world, flashing me that grin that made me feel like he could read my mind, like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

I wanted to scream. Or cry. Or just run away from it all. Instead, I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and tried to keep it together.

But the truth was, I was exhausted-physically, mentally, emotionally. I didn't know how long I could keep this up.

Later that day, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to talk to Timothée. If I didn't, the knot of confusion and guilt in my chest was going to choke me.

I found him by the lockers before lunch, surrounded by Marcus, Troy, and a few others. They were all laughing about something, their voices blending into the general noise of the hallway, but the second they saw me walking up, things shifted.

Marcus and Troy exchanged looks, their grins widening like they already knew something I didn't. And knowing Timothée, he probably had told them everything about the auditorium, leaving out none of the details. The thought made my face flush, but I held my ground. I wasn't going to back down now.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" I asked, cutting through their conversation.

Timothée's eyes landed on me, that smirk curling on his lips like he'd been expecting me all day. "Sure," he said, his voice casual, like he didn't care at all that Marcus and Troy were practically beaming at him behind my back.

I ignored them, focusing on him. "Alone," I added.

His smirk grew a little. "Of course." He gave a nod to his friends, who snickered and threw each other knowing glances as they backed off. I could feel their eyes on us even as they walked away, and I knew they were probably whispering about everything Timothée had said to them.

But I couldn't care about that right now. All that mattered was getting this conversation over with before I lost my nerve.

I stepped aside, waiting for him to follow, my heart pounding so loud in my ears that I wondered if he could hear it too.