Addicted to You

Chapter 5 - I mean Can You Blame Me for being Paranoid?

While I was sitting on my couch reading a random book I'd found on my desk my bedroom door flew open and banged against the wall.

Startled my book flew from my hand .

"Shit." I said , picking up my book from the floor .

When I looked up I wasn't surprised to see it was Gen. She liked to make extravagant entrances . Let's just say she liked it when everyone turned their head to get a look at the beautiful blond goddess looking girl.

She stood at the entrance of my room with her shoulder length blond curly hair up in a bun with pieces escaping the loose band. She looked wonderful with her tight black skinny jeans , black crop top, black leather jacket , and black combat boots.

She looked emo in a way, but was far from it she just knew that dressing like this seemed to catch people's attention.

I never really knew why she loved attention so much , it's like she almost craved it .

"Well my glamorous self is here, but is your whore self ready to go?" She asked peering at my outfit and than giving me a thumbs up signaling it looked good.

I returned the thumbs up and nodded . Grabbing my small handbag and walking out the door.

She followed me to my Black Range Rover. My little beauty that I loved almost more then life itself. My mom had gotten it for me for my sixteenth birthday.

I got In the car and turned the station to 106.7 . One of my favorite songs Cheers Darlin by Damien Rice came on. I started to hum along to it when suddenly it changed to some rap music.

"I can't belive you listen to such depressing shitty music Ana."

i smacked her on her arm "Dont call me that." I rolled my eyes my music wasn't depressing , it was just a little more on the softer side.

She muttered a few string of curse words about me being to semsitive about my name.

I ignored her, quickly changing it back to my favorite station.

"I refuse to listen to your crap music in my car. Rap is the shittiest music ." I said glaring at her , then went back to driving and singing along to the song.

I heard her mutter a few more profanities , but she then shutup about it.

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When we got inside Midnight Spice with our fake Ids I needed to let some steam off.

So I ordered a few shots and then went straight to the dance floor leaving Gen to talk to some hot blond guy .

I stareted to sway my hips to the loud music. I started to forget and just dance my heart out. It felt amazing, it was a fun way for me to let go of some stress and pent up anger. The music flowed over me like water and i just moved to the beat, my hands in the air then slowly sliding down my body then back up in the air.

Suddenly i felt some hands on my hips and then the person started pratically humping me like a stupid little dog. Instead of pushing the guy off i grinded my ass into him and then put my hands behind me while running them down his body. Then i felt his hand sneek to my front and then go from my breast to the bottom of my tight dress. He was about to slip his hand beneath my dress when i decided to stop him right there.

i grabbed his hand pushed it away and turned around to see whod id been grinding my ass on. The guy was pretty tall, good i loved tall men. He was decent looking with short blond hair and dark brown eyes. He smirked at me when he noticed me staring, i rolled my eyes. I really couldnt stand cocky guys it always seemed to ruin the moment.

I started to walk away from him, telling him to go find some other girl to rub his tiny dick on, ignoring his protests about having a small dick.

I blew air out from my mouth making my long side bangs fall in my face. I decided i needed some air from the clastraphobic dance floor.

I pushed the door in the back open, leaving it a crack open and putting a medium sized rock to make sure it stayed open.

I was growing pretty tired, realizing maybe coming to the club wasnt such a good idea. Maybe i still needed a little more time from guys, i was still a little paranoid because of what happened with the last guy id slept with. We had slept together twice and i told him that i wanted nothing more no sort of relationship and after the fifth time we slept together i told him i was done. He'd begged me to be his and when i refused he became obsessive.I remember the guy stalking me, calling and texting constantly. Finally i had decided to get a restraining order on him, he ended up killing himself saying life wasn't worth living if i wasnt in it.

I had been scared shitless because i found his fucking dead body in my room, he had hung him self from my fan right above my bed. He left me a long ass letter which after reading i ripped to pieces then burned all the pieces i refused to ever sleep in that room again so i changed rooms the next day.

Id cried for weeks because i felt so guilty for his death. i still felt guilty for it, but i usually tried to forget all that had happened two months ago with the guy who's name i believe was Rob. A name i wish i could forget.

Sure im addicted to boys and maybe sex, but after all that went down two months ago every time id meet a guy and decide maybe its time id chicken out scared shitless that maybe the guy would become obssesses with me and then kill himself. Call me crazy, paranoid whatever you want, but experiencing it once in a lifetime is enough.

I groaned frustrated because i needed some sort of release, but i kept pussying out everytime i came close to getting what i wanted.

I needed to find a guy and have some quick rough sex and get over this anxiety ive been having for the past two months, even Gen was worried about me. She was the only person who knew about my little boy addiction and when she started to notice after the incident that everytime we left the club i didnt have a guy by my side like i usually do, she told me i needed to get a grip about the Rob situation. But i mean can you blame me a guy stalked me for a few weeks then killed himself in my room for me to find leaving a note saying it was my fault he was now dead.

God, sometimes i really hated my life. I always seemed to find myself in the worst situtations. Speaking off bad situations i heard the door id come out of open and then bang shut. Shit i thought now how am i supposed to get in, what an asshole, did the person have to move the rock?

I turned around ready to give the person a death glare, when i realized it was the blond small dick guy.

"Fuckk" i muttered.

The guy looked pissed off, probably cause of my little dick comment, when he suddenly looked up finally noticing me and grinned an evil wicked smile...

Ohh a good part is coming guys so don't stop reading *wicked grin* lol . Anyways hope y'all like the story so far , I know Anastasia is supposed to be addicted to boys , but hasn't been with a boy since the story started, but I mean wouldn't it take time for anyone to get over what she went through? I know I'd be hella scared to be with a guy for a while. Anyways I might update again today or maybe tomorrow ;p

Also >>>> Song that Anastasia is listening to in car. Its such an amazing song , do me a favor and press that play button & tell me what you think of it!

Question of the Chapter;

What's the most scary thing thats happened to you?
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