Addicted

|| Chapter One ||

"A mind is like a parachute. It doesn't work if it isn't open." 

- Frank Zappa

"Kendall." A finger pokes me from behind. I ignore it.

The same person says my name from behind again, and I continue to completely ignore it. Learning about sociology is most likely more important than whatever the person behind me wants to say.

I hear the person who was poking me sighing in defeat, knowing that I won't look back. Silently, I erase the thought of slapping the person.

But, with my luck, the person goes back at it. "Kendall!" How does this person know my name?!

I whip my head around. "What do you want?!" I hiss out, but not before seeing that the guy behind was Jackson Smith, our college's biggest player. Ever. I mean, he has the looks but...I don't see anything else worthy of dating him. Or doing anything with him.

He leans in. His breath smelled good. "I hear that you're looking for a flatmate? 'Cause I'm looking for an apartment..." 

I mentally gasp at him. He, Jackson Smith, the playboy who can afford a mansion (who am I kidding, he probably lives in one) wants to be my flatmate? 

This is totally a whole trick. I scoff at him and look back at the teacher. "Yes, but I'm not interested in being your flatmate." He hasn't even seen, my apartment.

Jackson stays quiet for the rest of the time, and the teacher dismisses the class for today. While I rumble through my things to find my car keys, Jackson stays back. 

He leans down and picks up something shiny. Also known as my car keys. Jackson jiggles my keys in my face and says, "I'll give you the keys...if you let me become your roommate."

How dare he try to blackmail me?

I place my hands on my hip. "If you give me the keys then I won't kill you. Well, not now."

Jackson shakes his head stubbornly. Man how I hate this boy already. I sigh in total defeat, just like he had earlier. "Fine, but you have to pay the next three months."

"Deal." We shake hands and he gives me my keys. I almost dance when I get it. I really love my car. Actually, it's a friend's car but whatever. Jackson leaves first, leaving me behind. I curse under my breath, realising what I just agreed to and leave to go home.

-=- Half an Hour Later -=-

Knocks from the door echo through my apartment. I groan as I drag myself to go open it. Of course, the person who was knocking was...wait for it...Matt Anderson! Ha! I got you there didn't I? You were hoping for Jackson weren't you?

I rush to Matt. Matt is my best friend, who I have had a small, key word is small, secret crush on. Matt happily embraces me in a full on bear hug. 

We stand there for a few moments, with me breathing softly on his broad chest and his chin on my head. Matt pushes me away gently. "We should go inside."

My cheeks redden a bit. "Uh, yeah...sure." I smile. We go and sit down on my small, not-so grand couch. When I plop down next to my best friend, he places an arm across my shoulders.