Addiction (Lashton)

Chapter Three

You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope, I hope you make it to the day you're twenty eight years old

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"How do we always find ourselves in this predicament?" Ashton had said, rather breathlessly. 

I had decided to take him up on his offer and I had soon discovered he was a better substitute than getting high. However, if you have a destructive and addictive personality like mine, things like this never last. 

"I'm just irresistible." I chuckled. Ashton rolled his eyes. 

"So this going to become a regular occurrence, right?" He asked, turning his head to look at me. I had both my arms behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. I turned to look at him, he was chewing on his lip, he looked worried. Worried about what, I was unsure. 

I nodded. "Yeah. You're the best fuck I've had in a while, I'm not gonna let that slip through my fingers." I shrugged, Ashton looked offended but it was the truth and I was always one to say what was on my mind. 

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"It's as good as you're going to get, babe." 

"Now, if this is going to continue we will need some rules." I sighed. Me and rules never worked well together. "Sadly, we have to go to English so this conversation will have to wait until another time."

I pouted. "Babe, have you seen me? You should know by now that I am not one to follow the rules."

"Yeah? Well I am going to be the one to change that."

"We shall see." I laughed. 

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English wasn't as boring as it usually was, mainly because I stared at Ashton for the whole lesson and when he would turn to look at me I would wink at him, making him blush and roll his eyes at me but I could still see the small smile that stretched across his lips. 

As the teacher drowned on about a story he had told us many times before, I started to doodle on one of the many pages that contained scribbles of stick men because that was all my artistic skills could stretch to and song lyrics. That was all I did most lessons, university wasn't for me. I just couldn't care less for it, it was always my mother's dream that I go to uni but I didn't want to follow her dream she was trying to shape me up to be Mr. Perfect and I didn't want that. 

I didn't want to be forced into education where if you got anything less than the top result you were stupid and you would be given a whole load of homework that would give you a whole load of stress. 

Sixteen years of education was enough for me, anything more was ridiculous yet here I was. There was no point of me being here really, I wasn't doing well in my classes and my mum didn't care - not that she ever did, she stopped caring about once I had turned eighteen when she sent me away to uni. I had contemplated dropping out so many times, just pack it up and leave. I had a decent paying job anyway, I could survive on that plus I had good friends that would let me move in with them. 

Plus my mum sent me money every now and again, as long as I told her I was still studying at University I would be fine. Well, until she found out. 

Ashton was probably the only good thing going for me right now, he was the only thing that had made this decent. Well apart from the drugs but that was a different matter, that was always going to stick around with me. Unlike Ashton. Like everybody else, he would one day leave me. 

Drugs however, would always be there. They'd lift me and keep me away in a blurred reality, a place in which I would love to live in. I could be free, I  could be myself; I could be somewhat myself; happy, if only for a little while. Until they wore off where I would just carry on, until I passed out. Or someone told me enough was enough. 

Not like I listened anyway. 

I caught Ashton's eyes and I saw him frowning, I gave him a questioning look but he shook his head. I guess I had to wait until the lecture was over, which wasn't long as pretty soon the teacher had let us all go. I was almost certain he had let us out early as most of had fallen asleep to his story telling about how him and his wife taught in Japan. A story we had at least heard twice this week, I could probably recite it right now if I wanted to. 

Rushing out, I sighed and pulled out my packet of cigarettes and my lighter. Pulling a cig out, I placed it between my lips and lit it up. However, as soon as I did so it was pulled from my lips and I watched in horror as Ashton threw it to the ground and crushed it under his shoe. 

"What the fuck?" I snarled. "You don't do that! That was a full cig you dick!"

Ashton wasn't affected by harsh words, if anything they just made the smirk grow more prominent. At times he could be a dick and right now the anger was bubbling away inside of me and I could tell any moment I was going to explode. "I am aware of that, but we need to talk about the rules and rule number one is no smoking. Especially when you are with me, it's disgusting and I don't like the taste of it when I kiss you." 

"Do I look like I care what you think?"

"Well if you want us to continue then you better care, sunshine." He quipped. 

I sighed. I did want this to continue but rules were something I hated. "Fine. Anything else, princess?"

"No drugs." He said, I stared at him. Was he being serious? When I first met him he was high himself and now here he was telling me no to drugs. When did he become so pretentious? "I know your reputation and you basically live off that stuff but no drugs, I can at least tolerate smoking but drugs is a no. With us I want it to be at least somewhat real. I don't want you to be fucking me whilst you are out of your head on drugs." 

I could see his point but I couldn't believe he was being serious. 

 "Fine." I shrugged, acting nonchalant about it all but really it irked me. I decided that if I pretended that I was okay with it all, he would just let it drop and I could carry on with my lifestyle and having sex with him. After all, what he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?