Addiction (Lashton)

Chapter Two

My head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost, I need to feel something, 'cause I'm still so far from home

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"What?" Ashton asked, half a pancake hanging from his mouth. I chuckled finding it amusing how he had literally wolfed down three pancakes in less than two minutes. 

"Nothing." I said and picked at my pancaked. Not as hungry as he was. Obviously. 

Ashton quickly ate the rest of his pancakes in silence and I sipped at my coffee. I was sobering up and I already missed the feeling. I needed it again. "Are you going to eat that?"

"No. You have it." I said and pushed the plate over to him who accepted it gratefully. "Thank you." 

"So... Do you have a boyfriend? Girlfriend?" I asked, wanting to make conversation and try to keep my thoughts at bay. 

Ashton laughed, shaking his head. "I wish. Nobody wants to date me." 

"Oh." I frowned. "Usually when people sleep with me it's to make other people jealous. And I'm sure plenty of people want to date you."

"Yeah? Like who?" He asked, sarcasm laced in his tone. I shrugged. 

Ashton wiped his mouth with his napkin before he threw it onto the plate. "It doesn't matter. You're a good fuck, Hemmings and hopefully we can keep what we have going." 

I looked at him shocked. "What?"

"You heard me." He said. "C'mon, don't say you don't want it too. Think of how much fun we can have." 

"I don't need you to have fun." I grumbled. However, I was tempted by his offer. 

Ash nodded. "Yeah but it isn't all that fun on your own." He said cheekily. 

I rolled my eyes. I was still in shock at his suggestion. My head was pounding and the lines of reality and fantasy were still blurred so him saying that didn't help. Did he really mean it? Many people stopped after round two and even then, not a lot people still wanted to be with me. Not because I was terrible at sex, I mean that is what my reputation is about: good sex and hard drugs. No, it was because they had got what they wanted out of me, making their ex-lovers or crushes jealous. 

Maybe. Just maybe, I could finally have someone who wouldn't throw me away when they have what they want. 

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I sighed as I picked up the book that we were currently reading in English Literature, Wuthering Heights. I had supposed to have read it well over two months ago but I was struggling to understand it. I was struggling with the whole college ordeal, to be honest. To me, it felt stupid and too claustrophobic and I didn't do claustrophobic.

Dropping out wasn't an option for me. As much as I wanted to, I just couldn't. I had disappointed my parents enough and this was the only thing that made them proud of me so I was going to hold onto staying in University and getting mediocre grades for as long as I could. It was stupid really because even if I graduated they wouldn't be all that interested, maybe for a week or two if I was lucky then they'd forget all about me. 

That's the way it had always been and probably will remain. 

The only person that has seemed to care about me is Ashton. As persistent as he is, I cared about him too. There was something about him, I don't know what but there just was, maybe it was his adorable smile that made you melt (which is impossible because the Luke Hemmings does not melt) and his eyes that radiated innocence. 

And that is how I found myself, at six seventeen on a sunday evening agreeing to Ashton's deal that he had proposed whilst we were both drunk eating pancakes. 

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