The trouble with drugs is that no matter how much pain and misery they put you through, they become a part of you. And you will always want to go crawling back.
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My eyes open groggily, and I yawn. The room is dark and quiet besides from Aaron's soft snoring on the crook of my neck.
I have to pee.
I untangle myself from Aaron's arms before glancing at the clock on his nightstand.
5:38 am.
My heart lurches as I remember- school!
Damn it, Elizabeth. You have a life; you have colleges to apply to, grades to keep up, SATs to study for, research to do, books to study, papers to write, AP classes to keep up with, scholarships to win-
"Aaron." I whisper, shaking his arm gently.
He grunts.
"Aaron," I stroke his cheek now, feeling the soft stubble on his cheek.
He grimaces, agitated, "What? What's wrong?" One of Aaron's tired blue eyes twitch open to look at me. His voice is deeper, raspy. "It's early as fúck; this better be important."
He must not be a morning person at all. "You look ugly when you make that face. Wake up, we can make it to school on time."
"School?" Aaron sucks his teeth rudely and turns his head away from me. It only makes me laugh.
"Yes, school. I've missed three days-"
Aaron starts to fall asleep during my rant. I pinch his neck softly and he smacks my hand away.
"Ow! Aaron please, let's go. I missed three days, I need to catch up."
"Try again on Friday."
"Today is Friday."
"Try again next Friday."
"No, Aaron pleaseee..." I kiss his cheek and he groans, burying that side of his face into the pillow.
"You're fúcking annoying, man." He mumbles.
"That's something new?"
He grunts.
Crawling on to the bed again, I straddle him. "Please, daddy?" I run my warm hands and up and down his toned, inked torso. I roll my hips, slightly rubbing myself against his briefs.
Aaron's eyes widen humorously. "Damn, I turned you into a freak." I giggle. "Now you're gonna call me daddy whenever you want something?" I blush when he smacks my ass through the silk pajama shorts he bought for me. "Bad girl."
Smug, I reply. "No. Should I go wake up Matt?"
"Nah, he's probably up already. School is his priority; I don't think he remembers what pussy feels like because he's so obsessed with those textbooks."
