A.D.D.I.C.T [h.f.t)

16.

"How many drinks have you had?" He asks me, as I finish another drink. "No idea." I blur out and start to laugh, louder and louder each time. I've never been drunk before so I don't know if I am but I am feeling pretty confident and I feel like giving Kyle a piece of my mind.

"I think you have had plenty." He says as he takes my drink from my hand and places it back on the counter and he stands up, "come on, let's get you home."

He stretches out his hand and I push it away, I can't seem to see Rowen or Keegan anywhere: they went to the dance floor a couple of minutes ago but he stayed with me. "Come on." He says again but this time doesn't offer me his hand for support. I deny once again and next thing I now I am off of my chair and Kyle has me on his shoulders and I start kicking my legs and screaming until I give up and just relax into him.

"Okay now that we are out of the club. I'll put you back on the floor but stay close to me, you don't know where we are." I don't even try to run away because he's right, I don't know where we are and I would probably get lost or worse. I stay as close to him as I can, and I don't mind.

"Why do you hate me?" I ask him as we get inside of his car, Kyle helps me buckle up my seatbelt and then does his before turning the car on. "Hate you?"

"I don't hate you, what made you think that I did?" He asks and I shake my head. "I don't know, your never nice to me." I say and he looks over at me, and then quickly back to the roads and doesn't say anything else for the rest of the drive and a few minutes go by until I fall asleep.

I can hear soft voices of two people talking, a girl and a boy. Probably Rowen and Keegan, I slowly open my eyes to see Rowen and Kyle talking and I am back in my dorm room and in my bed. Kyle must have carried me all the way and tucked me into my bed, I try my best to pretend to be asleep as I listen to them.

"You need to stop!"
"Why?"
"Because Kyle she is not like the other girls, and I won't let her be one of them."
"I know."
"Then stop, okay?"
"Okay."
"Why does she think that I hate her?"
"I don't know, maybe because your a dick to her all the time. But it's probably best that she thinks that."
"I told her that I didn't hate her."
"Your not good for her"
"I'm not trying to be."
"She doesn't know you and it's probably for the best."
"Yeah.."