hate is a strong word (bxb)

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The school days were fine for the next week, but after school was a different story. It wasn't that Ben missed his weed, because really he didn't. He enjoyed smoking but it was no addiction for him. What Ben really missed was the freedom that he had. Ben had become accustomed to being out and about, and his father didn't even want him to do as much as go on a walk around the block. He couldn't have Scar over, nor any of his other friends, and that was even worse.

It was a Tuesday night, and Ben had been grounded since last Wednesday. He was done all of his homework, done cleaning his room, done doing everything that could've possibly entertained him. Though he had done all of this, the time wasn't even three thirty. That was so early. His father wouldn't even be home for another hour—not that Ben had any desire to see him.

Ben had a friend over one time that week—but he could only stay for about an hour and Ben decided that it wouldn't be worth having a friend over again. There wasn't much to be done in such a short period of time.

He could spend his time on his phone browsing through a whole lot of nothingness on his phone, but that didn't entertain him. He could also spend his time watching tv, but nothing interesting was ever on anymore. No, what he really wanted was the company of another person. The only issue was that his father was going to be home in an hour and there was no one he knew who would be able to drive there, only to hang out for about thirty minutes, just to leave again. It would be too inconvenient. It would take a good ten to twenty minutes for anyone to get there, anyways. There was only one person who would be able to get in and out so quickly, and Ben was cursing himself for what he was about to do.

No one's home, come over, Ben texted Braxton.

Braxton responded fairly quickly, the text reading: What? Is this supposed to be a booty call?

It could be, Ben responded.

When Ben had sent the text, he knew what it looked like—and maybe he wasn't so mad about that. Because, really, there were only two things that Ben enjoyed doing with Braxton: fighting and flirting (though, he wouldn't be willing to admit to either of these things.) Fighting with Braxton allowed him to show a feistier side that he couldn't with his friends, and the way that Braxton hit on Ben made him feel special. He was beginning to like it. Not to mention, there had never been another person who fucked Ben like Braxton did. Something like that could be addictive—just the dangerous acknowledgement of knowing that you can't get that same sensation from anyone else you know.

I'll be on my way in a second, Braxton texted.