Addicted - R.S.L. (IN EDITING)

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"So, how's your first week here been?" Jackson asks as him and I walk down the school hallway. Him and I have gotten really close in the past week I've been here. He's really the only friend I've made.

"Alright, I guess." I answer honestly. "I'm still trying to find my way around town, but other than that I'm already pretty use to it."

"I know I'm changing the subject completely," he laughs. "but do you have any plans tomorrow night?"

I shake my head. "No. Why?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party tomorrow."

I shrug. "Sure. Where?"

"A friend's house. I'll pick you up around seven, yeah?"

"Sounds great. Talk to you later." I say before walking the separate direction, towards my next class.

But of course, I'm stopped in my tracks.

"So you're going to a party, huh?" A very familiar blonde stands in front of me.

"Why do you care?" I ask Ross.

"I don't, I was just curious. Are you?"

"Maybe." I cross my arms. "Were you listening to my conversation?"

"Maybe." He repeats my words. "Well, I'll see you there, Amber."

"What?"

"Come on, there's a party and you think I'm not going. You must be insane." Ross says as if he the coolest person on the planet.

Trust me, he's not.

"And you must be insane if you think I'm the least bit attracted to you." I say. "Anyways, shouldn't you be getting a girl pregnant somewhere?"

"You don't like me." He states. "Why?"

"Why? Because you're a douche." I snap. "I don't know why everyone's so attracted to you. I mean, honestly. I've seen better." I cross my arms.

"Oh, have you now?" He asks.

"Yeah, actually I have. So here's an idea," I step closer to him, my face only inches from his, as if I'm trying to tease him. "Stay away from me, got it? I'm not like every other girl in this school. I'm not into you. So how about you find someone else to play your little games on." I say before stomping to class. This time I'm not stopped.

-

Most people love their last class. Some don't. Me being one of them. Why? Because I have that class with Ross.

Drama. We have drama together. What I wanna know is, out of all my classes why'd he have to be in that one. My favorite one.

On the bright side Jackson's in our class too. So at least I have someone to talk to. Well, someone that I actually like.

"So," our teacher, Mr. Knight begins. "You'll be getting your first project for the semester today."

People sigh as he continues. "You and partner will write a short play and act it out in front of of the class. It can be about anything, but it has to have a message."

Well that's not too bad.

"I've already chosen pairs, so listen up."

He calls out a bunch of names.

"Jackson and Annabelle."

Jackson looks at me and mouths a sorry.

I shrug. I didn't think we'd end up together, anyways.

"And Amber," he looks at me. "You're with Ross."

Great. Just perfect.

Ross stands up and makes his way to my desk.

He sits down in the empty seat beside me. He opens his mouth to say something but I interrupt him.

"Before you say anything, I'll have you know this is a just a project. That's all it is. It's not a way for to you hook up with me, I won't fall in love with you while we're doing this. It's just a project." I say, not looking up from my notebook.

"Damn, I was just going to say sorry about earlier."

"Really?" I say in disbelief "You saying sorry?"

"Yes." He simply says.

"I don't believe it."

"Okay, I know I'm a douche bag," I scoff at him using the name I called him earlier. "Look we're going to have to get along to do the project together. But I'll have you know, I'm not just a 'player'. I don't just string a girl along then break her heart. I'm not that type of guy."

I finally give in and look at him. "Well if it's not stringing a girl along than what do you call it? Hmm? Whatever it is, it doesn't feel good. Being with a girl one day than acting like you don't know them the next, it hurts."

"I doubt that."

"Just wait. One day you'll get your heart broken and realize that I was right."

"Yeah, whatever." He rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, and we're supposed to be 'getting along'."

"Well maybe if you weren't so damn difficult-"

"Me? Difficult? Yeah, sure."

The bell rings and school ends.

"We can work on the project at my house," he hands me a piece of paper, with what I'm guessing is his address. "Come around eight or so, okay?"

I sigh. "Okay, fine."

Ross then walks out. Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe Ross isn't that bad.

No, he totally is.

Sorry for such a sucky chapter, this was kinda just a filler.