Addicted {bxb}

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A/N: Before continuing, please note that this chapter does include sexual harassment. As this part is somewhat important, you are free to read the background of Adrian's past. But if you do not want to read this part then feel free to skip this chapter and hope you're still around for the next.

~Four Years Ago~

"Nuh uh," a male with dark brown hair said, stopping me and my "friend" Scott at the door. "To enter you have to take a shot."

"I'm sorry I don't drink," I said honestly, holding my hands up.

"Well," Scott said, picking up two of the red solo shot cups. "You do now."

"No really," I started not wanting to take the shot cup from him.

"It's just one shot, Adrian," he said with a frown.

"Come on dude you're holding up the line," the male student said.

"Take the fucking shot dude. That's not so hard," Scott insisted then he leaned closer to whisper in my ear, "you don't even have to swallow it."

Once our eyes met again I hesitated but finally took the shot from his hand and chugged it down hearing Scott said, "atta boy," before he chugged his down as well.

"You may enter," the student said, stepping aside so Scott and I could go inside.

"You can spit it out now, if you want," Scott nearly yelled to me over the music once we got to the center of the house.

And without hesitation I did.

"That was disgusting," I yelled to him while I placed my shot cup on a table that we walked past.

"You get used to it after a while," Scott shouted back to me.

"I'm good," I said honestly which caused a chuckle to escape Scott's lips.

We entered the kitchen and sitting on one of the counters was a stack of different color cups. Pink, green and yellow. I watched Scott grab a yellow cup then before he could pour any alcohol in it I grabbed his wrist.

"I thought you were with Molly," I said.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Eh," he responded. "It's complicated."

"So then get a green one," I said, pointing at the sign that was clearly labeled for "it's complicated."

"Then I won't get laid," Scott shouted back, which only made me roll my eyes in disgust.

"Whatever you say," I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

I watched my friend pour the liquor in his cup then after taking a sip he turned his back to the counter, leaning against it. "What color are you choosing?" he asked, looking down at me.

The three color cups each had a meaning. Pink represents "taken", green represents "it's complicated", and yellow represents "single".

"I'm not drinking tonight," I said, looking at him.

"Fill it up with water," Scott said with a shrug.

"No thanks," I said, shaking my head. "I don't want to be a part of this game."

"Oh come on it's your first night without any parents and already you're acting like you have to go back home after this and come up with some shitty excuse as to why you were out all night."

"Well someone has to drive your drunk ass home," a male voice spoke, causing both Scott and I to look away from each other and right at the male.