His Addiction

Chapter One: First Time

Walking into the glass doors of Winglind High, I feel a big fat smile forming on my face. I began walking in when I notice that the school is too big for me to navigate my way through, so I got lost quickly.

I end up in a long hallway, with big red lockers. The right side of the hall is outside in the clear yellow sunlight while the left is covered up with a glass roof. Three classrooms boarder the right side of the hallway at least ten feet apart. Posters hanging on the bare walls, making me realize how prideful this school is. The floors made of pure mar---

"You better watch your back, motherf*cker!" A buff guy yells behind me. He looks to be a football player. A tough mask laid on his square face. His hair pitch black. With the brown eyes of madness.

"Why should I, you sh*t face?" Said a tall (around 6 foot) god-like man. He has dark brown hair that hangs in front of his blue ocean eyes. He takes his black leather jacket off uncovering his shirt that tightens at his muscles. My mouth hangs open as I look down to see his abs. He has a six-pack!

The buff guy pushes the god-like man to the ground without an answer. The god-like man quickly picks himself off the ground and swings a punch. Next thing you know there at each other until we hear a voice, belonging to an older man, telling them to stop.

The god-like man and the buff guy grab their bags in one swing. They run off before the old man could get them.

Curious and lost, I followed the god-like man into a garden then a huge mansion after I picked up his jacket.

The mansion contains many books and looks to be very sercertive. He's hidden in an alley with fantasy books. His body laid delicately on a couch for two, in front of a window. Mesmerized by the sun bouncing on his handsome face--

"Ompf," I fall on the floor and look behind me to see who the culprit is. My eyes land on a backpack: this is embarrassing.

His voice comes out as a hissing whisper, "What do you want?" I get off the floor, dusting myself off before looking at where he lies.

"Sorry, I was lost and. . ." I notice he is in pain, his face is cut and bruise. I slowly walk up to him putting his jacket neatly on top of his bag.

I can hear the worry in my voice, "Are you okay?" This reminds me of the time I was bullied and had to hide my scars from my parents.

He looks at me surprised then holding back a laugh he says, "Are you crying?"

I wasn't but I felt upset, "Your hurt, no one deserves to be hurt!"

"Calm down, it's not like I am going to die," he shows a gentle smile as he feels my cheek with his warm hand. He made my cheek feel this giddy feeling.

I take my backpack off and then I looked through it. I am so proud I keep my first aid kit handy. "Stay still. I'll help so you won't get an infection."

He closes his eyes letting me take care of his cuts and bruises. My eyes fall to his lips, staring at them, their so beautiful. I look away. Self-control Sally. Self-control.

His eyelashes are so long and then his eyes flutter open, ". . So, aren't you curious to know what happen to me or what it was about?"

"Um," I said looking into the sea of his eyes, "it's not my place to decide, if you want you can tell me or not."

"Interesting," he said, biting his lip and pulling his hair back, "then why are you helping me?"

"Because," I respond, "everyone likes to be helped when they need to be helped."

He looks at me before pulling his left eyebrow up and his lips deliver a tempting smirk. Then before I could react, he has his arms around me. His arms pull my back towards him so I'm now on top of him. My face is so close to his which causes my body to tingle. He grins at me, "Cut the polite cr*p. What do you want? Sex? Popularity?"