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

17.

I open my eyes once again and make sure that both of them, know that I am awake and I yawn a little bit and stretch out my arms and I can see them both turning to see me. "Hey." Rowen says and gives me a small smile and he just looks at me, "can I talk to you?" I ask him and before he nods his head, he looks at Rowen and she grabs her jacket off of her bed and leaves the room.

"Thank you." I say.

"Your welcome." He obviously knows that I am thanking him for getting me out of the club and getting me home safe.

"You shouldn't drink like that."

"I never did before." I admit and his eyes follow me as I sit up and he moves closer until he is sitting at the end of my bed.

"Why did you?"

"I don't know."

"I heard you and Rowen talking."

"You did?"

"Yeah, why do you want me to think that you hate me?"

"I don't and i don't hate you, I'm just like this to everyone. So don't feel special or anything." He says, sounding like his usual self again.

There it is, Kyle  Hardy the charming dick. It didn't take him too long before he stopped being kind of nice and went back to being the bad boy, which is what he is known for: apparently.

"Wow okay." I say and he moves his hand up to his hair and plays with it, his curls curling around his long and thin fingers. I didn't notice that I was staring at him for so long till he pointed it out and laughed at me again. "Do you want a picture, it lasts longer!" He says and laughs.

"Ugh your such a dick." I tell him and he jumps, probably surprised at what I just said, I mean I'm surprised as well to be completely honest. It just came out, I didn't mean to say it but I don't care that I did.

"You like it, don't you?" He says as he gets closer to me, making me lie back down on my bed and him towering over me, with his hands at either side of my shoulders and his face only a few inches away from touching mine. I can feel his warmth and my stomach has this weird feeling, almost like butterflies but it's not.