Addiction

chapter eighteen

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BLAKE’S POV:

Lazily opening my eyes and looking at the clock; I notice it’s about seven-thirty. Half an hour till I have to get up and get ready. I’m unsure to as why I am even up this early, then know as I feel Harp repeatedly nestle her head on my chest, feet rubbing up mine. Her weird obsession to move at night is somewhat comforting until the morning; I don’t want to be disturbed at all then.

Why do I have a strong feeling that today is going to be a pain in the arse?

I momentarily remind myself why I’m actually content at the moment, I’m content in the present due to this unique girl with me that I dearly need to stay put… not go anywhere. The daunting thought on my mind has been there ever since I’ve allowed her to stay here; what happens when she leaves?

What will I do with myself? These developed feelings that’s now become a reality is the fucking reason why I didn’t want to get myself in this ‘emotional clutter’ in the first place. It only has to end badly. Well in my case anyway.

School.

Monday.

We both have half an hour to get ready, other half to walk to school at our normal pace, slow that is, also this including a cold shower for the both of us.

We’re not morning people and I’m fucking one-hundred certain that we both despise the shower immensely.

Caressing my hands along her bare back under her shirt; I whisper harshly in her ear telling her to get up.

“No.”

So I’m trying to hold myself together at the moment.

“Don’t wanna’ be late for school Harp.”

She shoots up, eyes still shut and rolls to the edge of the bed, saying some random shit I can’t even understand.

Her mouth stretches open as she tries to comprehend; “We have that class first B.”

Idoit?

“Quick Blake you have a shower because I’ll take the longest,” she mumbles again full of sleep, having no idea what she’s on about and no recollection of it either.

“That makes no sense you idoit, you have one while I try to get both of our shit together?" God she is disobedient.

“No.”

“Yes,” I press while sleepily nudging her out the front door, sun still rising.

“Fuck fine,” she exhales in defeat.

While she takes her sweet time I gather our school bags and throw in necessary books for both of or classes today, using her timetable Imprinted permanently on her bag with permanent marker.

That’s actually genius

I on the other hand, have no organisation skills what so ever, I just throw in a couple of books with random notes from random classes.

Harper is extremely organised… so if she sees this ‘mess’ in my school bag, she will hurt me and make me rewrite everything from each class.

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I grab travel mugs from the kitchen cupboard, putting coffee in my mug and some organic herbal tea in Harper’s that smells like lawn clippings and some exotic fruit.

Weirdo

Everything is packed and ready thank god. All I need to do now is have a shower and get dressed