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J.A.| Addicted (extended)

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WHAT U CALL THAT by Chase Atlantic

Warning: This imagine includes drug use.

"Cocaine?! Are you kidding me?!" My furious mother shouts at me, holding a snack sized Ziploc containing the toxic white powder. It's funny, that's exactly what I screamed at Jack when I found coke in his room for the first time.

I rack my brain looking for lie to save my ass from the deep shit I'm getting into with my parents, but I draw a blank.

"Ever since you started dating that lowlife, your grades have been dropping, and you got kicked off the softball team. It's no wonder you've resorted to drugs," my father scolds me.

I tune out the rest of this one sided conversation until I hear the words "you're grounded" and "we are going to send you off to live with aunt Jane."

"You can't do this, Aunt Jane is the worst!" I argue, but it's no use, they've made up their mind.

Aunt Jane lives in Minnesota, and she is so strict and has been living with a stick up her ass since 1999. My parents walk out my door, accidentally leaving the bag of coke behind.

Frazzled, I get out my phone and dial Jacks number. He answers on the second ring, "hey baby."

"Jack my parents found the bag of cocaine you left behind last night. They're sending me off to Minnesota," I complain to my boyfriend.

"Fuck baby I'm so sorry. You know what, I'm coming over right now, be there in five."

My thumb presses the red 'end call' button. I quickly pack an overnight bag and shove his ziplock in the pocket of the hoodie that I stole from Jack and slipped on my Vans.

I hear the honk as I rush down the stairs past my parents.

"Where do you think you're going?" my father asked sternly.

"I'm going out with Jack and you're not stopping me."

I slammed the door shut behind me and hop into the passenger seat of Jack's red Jeep.

"I've missed you baby girl," he speaks, his voice sounding like he just woke up.

His brown eyes flicker from mine to my lips moments before he connects them. His teeth graze my bottom lip as he pulls back.

"Shit," he says, looking past me. I turn my head to see my father and emerging from the house, stomping towards the car quickly.

"Drive," I command.

Jack floors it to his apartment, escaping the wrath of my father. The second we enter his apartment, his lips are on my neck. It's like a ritual. We are a very sexually active couple-it's a wonder that I'm not pregnant yet. Within seconds, I'm in his bedroom, backed up against the wall.

"You look so fucking sexy and my hoodie," Jack says in a low voice as he grabs my ass through my thin black leggings.

Jack's pink lips move from my neck back to my own, encasing them in a chaste kiss. His warm hands slip under the stretchy material of my leggings, feeling my bare skin because of the fact that I'm wearing a thong. A quiet moan slips past my lips as he picks me up and tosses me onto his bed.

He pulls down my leggings and my thong in a matter of seconds, leaving me in only his hoodie. After slipping out of his shirt, I pull out the Ziploc of coke and hand it to him. Jack takes the bag and organizes the fine powder into a line on my inner thigh. He pulls a twenty from out of his wallet, rolls it up and holds it to his nose.