Heart Beat

Prologue

"Alex! Alex! Alex! Alex!" The group of people around me chant as I down the what might be 19th shot of vodka, or maybe I'm just too drunk to remember what number I'm on.

Nevertheless I feel fucking awesome, alcohol burning down my throat and running through my veins, my heart is beating so fast and I love every pound I feel through my chest. It makes me feel alive.

Guys are coming up to me telling me how sexy I look, random make out sessions in the hallway as I walk through the frat house reaching the back porch where I know I'll definitely score some weed. Without paying of course.

I search for my dealer -if that's what you wanna call it- and spot his blonde curls, his blue eyes and signature cloud of smoke around him as I walk towards the group of guys who are sitting on the bench in the corner.

'Hey Craig.' I use my most sexy voice while sitting on his lap.

"Hey Alex." His eyes go straight to my boobs while his free hand lands on my hip, a joint in the other hand.

'You don't happen to have a little something for me, do you?' I take my lower lip in between my teeth, knowing he can't say no.

"Always." He smirks while letting go of my hip, reaches in his back pocket and hands me a little bag.

'Thanks baby.' I try to get off his lap but he holds me in place, his eyes traveling down my body and back up.

"You know the deal." He leans in, our lips inches apart.

'I know.' I close the distance between us and meet him in a slow but brief kiss, the guys around him either too stoned to cheer for their friend or simply don't care.

But then again, neither do I.

Making my way back into the house I get multiple stares, mostly guys eye-fucking me and girls giving me nasty looks.

Have I mentioned I don't get along with girls that well.

"Slut." One too much make up wearing girl scoffs as I pass by her.

Laughing at her face and comment I continue to make my way upstairs and into the bathroom, surprisingly it's empty and I lock the door to keep it that way.

Sitting on the bathtub edge and taking the small bag of weed wasn't the hard part, rolling the joint and lighting it seemed impossible since my hands decided to start shaking.

One of the side effects? Maybe.

Finally getting a grip on myself I manage to smoke my way into obliviousness when suddenly there's a knock on the door, pulling me right back into reality.

'What?!' My tone of voice giving away that I'm obviously annoyed.

"It's me." A familiar voice calls out from behind the door, a smile forming on my lips as I recognize the voice and get up to open the door.

My true addiction standing in front of me, dark brown eyes, dark hair, a little scruff, olive sunkissed skin and soft plum lips, his jaw game strong and his muscles framing his 6'1 figure perfectly. Only looking at him has me moist already.

"Well hello sexy, thought I'd find you here." Ryan's deep voice fills the bathroom as he walks in and takes the joint from my hand instantly.

'Who said I'd even be here tonight?' I cross my arms in front of my chest as I turn to him.

He laughs deeply as he leans against the sink and takes a hit from the joint.

"You're always here." Stating it like it's obvious, but it's true, I'm known for being at every single party.