Addiction

chapter three

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THE CHAPTERS WILL BE GETTING LONGER THOUGHOUT THE BOOK

I WILL BE CHANGING P.O.V'S

HER POV:

I forward out the front gates of the school with cheap alcohol in my arms and a perplexed, striking boy lagging behind me as I make my way to the park. So much has been happening at home and the only way to be naïve about the whole situation is to simply drink.

The walk to the park is getting more awkward as we speak, it's weird. I can't read him like I usually can with everyone else. The worlds traits and characteristics are so transparent. But he, oh he, so intriguing. So different.

My thoughts get cut short; "Erm, are we planning to drink this all?" He questions

"Yeah probally."

"Good, I think I'll need it." Blake mutters. I haven't came to Blake's rescue for over three weeks now and I intend to keep it that way.

During the weekdays I would get a call twice weekly at any hour in the morning asking if I could come pick his heavily-drunk self up from wherever he's located or whoever is calling me for him, asking me the same.

I gave Blake my number just incase he needed help for our history assignment; and ever since then my personal ambulance service for him has never stopped.

I don't mind though to be completely honest. It's better than being at home that's for sure.

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BLAKES POV:

The sun slowly fades away from the edge of the sky as i sit on the grass with her by myside, drinking away. Its cold out, but I feel warm, tired and happy. It feels great to be honest.

The fool is next to me gulping heavily out of the wine bottle as I sit and stare at her.

Her face is slightly scrunched up at the sides of her eyes as she carelessly takes swigs out of the glass bottle containing liquid she probally hates the taste of anyway.

She just spat some out...

Told you.

Her soft pastel pink hair glows from the street lights above and her posture is slouched. She glances over at me and smiles.

a fake smile.

She begins to sway then falls onto her back whilst giggling. "B-Blake liee down withh mee!" The supposed mature teenager whines like a five-year-old. "Righto." I lie down next to her and she wriggles closer, im not complaining really.

After a good fourty-five minutes of lying close to each other, drinking and looking at the stars, with little to no conversation at all, she speaks up; "I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day."

"To alcohol! The cause of, and solution, to all of life's problems," I blurted loudly.

"Stop quoting the Simpsons you idoit... only I can do that," she teases as I receive a  playful nudge to my arm.

"Hey!"

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It hits early two am and I decide that we should go home real soon. The first reason being I have school tomorrow and secondly I have this drunk beautiful girl next to me and I dont think I could contain my hormones any longer.