withdrawals/withdrawals

chapter 2

The wind whipped my hair around my face as Scott sped faster and faster down the highway, blasting music so loud I couldn't make out the lyrics if I wanted to. The bass shook the car and I threw my head back, letting out the first genuine laugh I've had in a while. I'd finished a few drinks before we got into Scott's sleek, black convertible, so the liquid courage was getting to my head. But I didn't care. For once in my life, I didn't care. I hadn't even told Sam what I was doing. I just left. I'd explain everything to him tomorrow night. Tonight, I just wanted to have fun.

I was jolted out of my rambling, drunk thoughts by the car's tires screeching to a halt. I looked up just in time to see a deer bounding across the street.

"Shit", I breathed, "That was close."

"Yeah," Scott replied, his eyes set straight ahead on the road. His fingers tapped the steering wheel as he let the car idle, seeming lost in thought. I sat in uncomfortable silence for what felt like eternity, trying to mentally shake off the feelings of intoxication so I could read him better and figure out what to say. But before I could get any words out, he pressed on the gas and we were flying down the road once more. That was weird, I thought to myself, but quickly reminded myself that I was currently drunk and had no place to judge.

After driving for about another 20 minutes, we were in a neighborhood I didn't recognize, and I was beginning to realize that maybe calling out of work and getting into a stranger's car, famous or not, wasn't such a good idea. Maybe I didn't need this risky excitement. And maybe I was being really fucking stupid. Or maybe I'm just overthinking things and this is the best idea ever, I thought to myself with a tipsy giggle, glancing over at Scott.

"Hey!" I said, possibly a little too loud. "Where are we going?"

A smirk played on his lips as he answered, "Wherever you want, baby."

I felt my face heat up and I quickly looked away from him in hopes he wouldn't notice. "I don't know. I'm too drunk to decide."

He chuckled lowly. "I can tell. Let's jus' go back to my place for a bit to sober you up and then we can decide. Sound good?"

I nodded. I definitely needed to sober up. Each second that passed my vision was getting worse, and I'd only ever been buzzed at most around other people.

Five minutes later or fifteen minutes later, I really couldn't tell, we were in Scott's driveway and he was carefully helping me out of the car. I assured him I was completely fine and then proceeded to fall directly into his chest when the concrete started spinning beneath me.

"Whoa," I giggled, gripping onto his arms for dear life.

"You alright there, sweetie?" He asked softly, moving a hand behind my back to help me make it to the door.

"Yeah!" I exclaimed, and he put a finger to his lips, letting out a gentle, "Shhh."

"Oh, sorry! I mean...yeah," I whispered, even though I was sure I had been quiet the first time.

I watched his hands slowly work to unlock the front door and open it to reveal a modern, spacious living area. The house was practically spotless, as if it had just been cleaned. I took a shaky step in as he shut the door behind me. "Are you always expecting company?" I marveled aloud, doing my best to stand up straight without his support.

He paused before answering. "Uh, kind of," He said, the same strange expression as earlier appearing on his face. I still couldn't read it. His eyes were almost guilty. But why?

I tried to lighten the mood. "I'm just not used to being in a house this nice. Or really, anywhere this nice."

His response was a simple, "Hmmm," as he kept his eyes fixed on me. I opened my mouth to ask if he was alright but before I could speak he had swiftly closed the distance in between us and crashed his lips against mine. It was a hungry kiss, more aggressive than any kiss I had ever felt before. It made me even dizzier and I struggled to catch my breath, my knees beginning to give way beneath me. He seemed to notice this and pushed me back towards the couch so I could fall onto it while he crawled on top of me, continuing to plant small, tender kisses down my neck.