To Make You Mine

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"I feel nothing!" I groan.
"Just wait, it takes time." Haz says.
"If my dad knew what I was doing right now he'd kill me." I say.
"Have you ever done anything? At all? How does a girl stay so good living in LA?" Tom asks.
"Constant training and parents breathing down my neck." I shrug.
Some time passes and I start to feel a little off, kind of like my body has a lot of pressure in it, I feel airy.
"I'm tingly." I say.
"Now is that from the cookie or because I make you feel things babygirl?" Tom says, running his fingers down my cheek.
I slap his hand away, scooting closer to Haz.
"I should have warned you he gets flirty when he's high." Haz laughs.
"When is he not flirty?" I say.
"I'm ordering a pizza." Tom says, walking over to the kitchen counter to grab his phone.
"Why am I so tired?" I ask.
"It's your muscles relaxing" Haz says. "Is it uncomfortable? Is it freaking you out?"
"No.." I shake my head. "I kinda like it."
This isn't what I expected at all, I always thought getting high made you energetic and crazy, but I literally just want to go to sleep.
"Yeah can I get four large pizzas, extra cheese, pepperoni and olives?" Tom orders and my eyes widen.
"Four large pizzas?" I whisper to Haz.
"He eats like a pig and somehow manages to stay fit. I hate him." Haz says and I laugh.
"People like that suck." I say.
"For once I'd just like to have something he doesn't." He shakes his head.
I get an idea, a stupid one. Could be because I'm high but whatever, this sounds fun.
I stand up, moving to sit on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck loosely. He looks at me, a confused look on his face.
"Let's make him jealous." I say, letting my fingers glide up the back of his neck, twirling his curls around my finger.
"You're very convincing." He smirks.
"Not hard to be." I say.
He lets his hands rest on my hips, fingers pressing into my skin.
"Really? I touch your face and you freak out but his hands are on your hips." Tom mutters.
"Haz isn't creepy." I state.
"I'm not creepy!" He frowns.
"Yes you are!" I laugh, moving off Harrisons lap, proud that I managed to get the reaction out of Tom that Haz wanted. He frowns a bit as I move off him, but I don't think much about it.
"I bet you couldn't go 24 hours without flirting with me." I say.
"Fine! Let's do it. If I win I get to take you on a date." He says.
"And if I win, you have to put on my leotard and tutu." I say. "Then you have to go out to the coffee shop and ask a girl out like that."
"Deal." He says, putting out his hand to shake mine.
"Deal." I repeat.
"I really want him to loose." Haz says.
"Oh I'm planning on it." I say.
I've got a whole lot of slutty outfits, and Tom sucks at resisting temptation. This will be easy.
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"Wake up Addie" I hear.
I squeeze my eyes shut before letting them open, lifting my head.
"Oh I'm sorry." I mutter, seeing I fell asleep with my head on Harrisons lap.
"You're fine, I fell asleep too." He says.
I sit up, rubbing the blur from my eyes.
"Finally you losers"
We look over, seeing Tom sitting on the ground with four pizza boxes surrounding him.
"Is he still high?" I ask.
"He ate a lot more." Haz says.
"You know Addie, it's real easy to win this bet when you're drooling," he laughs.
"Drool? I don't drool!" I say defensively.
"And the snores that come out of your mouth.. Jesus Christ."
"You're a dick." I mutter.
That's it. It's on now.
I stand up, excusing myself to my room. I flip through my clothes, finding my pink velvet short shorts and a tight tank top. If Toms so confident in himself, then I might as well make this a challenge right? Thank god for having a ballerina butt, that will really help me out with this.
"Do you guys mind if I stretch? There a competition going on and I want to win." I say.
"Course not." Haz says, scrolling through his phone.
I stand at the side of the couch, lifting my leg up, and pulling it into a leg hold. Toms eyes widen, obviously not expecting this much flexibility from me. It's one of the few things I have going for myself as a dancer.
"Watch this." I whisper to Haz.
I sit down on the ground, kicking my legs out into my middle splits.
"Hey Tom? Could you come push my hips down?" I ask.
"I uh- yeah- yeah sure." He stutters.
He comes behind me, his hands grabbing my hips and pushing downwards. My ass is definitely on display for him right now, and if that doesn't break him, I don't know what will.
"A little lower." I say, moving his hands down a little further 'accidentally'
"Alright, cool, good job." Tom says, getting up and moving away and I look over to Haz.
"How?!" I groan.
"I would have even snapped." He admits and I laugh.
"He's going to be harder to break than I thought."
I sit down on the couch, suddenly very uncomfortable with my ass hanging out. Haz grabs the blanket off the back of the couch, throwing it over me and I smile at him.
"He's the man whore, I'm the gentleman." He says.
"Girls prefer gentleman anyways." I say.
He grabs the remote, turning on Netflix. My high is basically completely worn off but the relaxation stuck, making me feel cozy and comfy.
We watch a movie, and Haz rests his arm on the couch behind me, his hand playing with my hair. I look up at him, and realize he's obviously doing it absentmindedly, as if it's just natural instinct. I don't mind, id fucking die for someone to constantly play with my hair.
Today was fun, my second time doing something I've never done before with guys I can't help but absolutely adore. Haz is just a sweet little puppy, and Tom may be a bit of a flirt, and a little inappropriate, but he's a sweetheart too.