Some kind of love

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V's pov.

Emotions. Happy. Sad. Confused. Distraught. Joyful. Broken.

Emotions tell a persons story. Sometimes people show no emotion at all, and it's hard to read them. I'm one of those people.

It's nights like these, where I'm sitting in my room wondering why I'm such a failure, why I can't love. Why my mother hates me, and why Tyler now hates me too.

It's nights like these I go out, trying to find one of my friends so they can hook me up with any drug they can give me for free.

I stumbled across a seniors house, and he usually has good shit. In exchange for a blowjob, he gives out weed, and I need that right now.

I walk up to the door and knock, standing patiently for Jeff to come out.

The door swings open, revealing Jeff half naked and smoking a joint.

He eyes me up and down, smirking. "Little sophomore, what are you doing back here?"

"I need weed." I bluntly say and he laughs.

"Last time I gave you weed we fucked." He said, taking the joint out of his mouth and blowing the smoke.

I remember. We got so high to the point where we were both vulnerable and fucked.

"True," I tilt my head and smile. "But I need it to go."

He sighs handing me a small bag. "Just take it, you look like you need it."

I thank him before closing the door and walk down the stairs.

-

After smoking everything that was in the bag, my mind has totally become numb. I can't think straight, I have to clue where I'm heading to, but it's like my body knows where I'm going.

I stop in front of a familiar house, the house I never thought I'd see again. Tyrelle a house.

My mind still numb, I walk inside. "Babe! I'm sorry!" I yelled, but I don't know why. I don't like Tyrelle, he's a douche. Why am I saying this shit.

Tyrelle walks in the living room where I've sat, and he sighs.

"It's okay baby. Do you love me?"

No.

"I love you so much." I say, but that's not what I meant to say.

"Are you high?" He laughs, sitting next to me.

I eye him up and down, and looking at him makes me want him so bad.

"Mhm." I lean close to him, taking off my shirt and pressing my lips against his.

I try to stop, but my body doesn't want to.

That night, I slept with my ex, who again thinks I love him.

-

I flutter my eyes open,  revealing Not my room, but Tyrelles.

A flash of confusion takes over me, then I realize I was high and I had sex with Tyrelle.

I don't know exactly why I slept with him. Yes drugs were in my system, but I could've said no, I could've kept walking, and I didn't.

That must mean something. Maybe I should give Tyrelle one more chance, maybe I should see where this goes.

"You were pretty high last night." Tyrelle says out of nowhere, making me jump.

"We fucked. I remember everything." I say, looking for anger in his face.