"SO WE'RE OFFICIALLY GOING OUT?" I asked Freddie once we reached up to my dorm. He wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Mm what do you think?" he hummed. I smiled at the sound of his voice. I knew I shouldn't be with him, but from his actions a week ago, he'd be willing to protect me.

I opened the door to my bedroom as I walked over to my closet, searching for a jacket to wear. Freddie walked after me, sitting on my bed as he wandered my room.

"So what's going to happen today?" I asked as I tied my hair into a ponytail. Freddie widened his eyes, surprised that I problably wanted to do something other than study.

If he had never turned me into a street addict, I problably would have shooed him out of my dorm to study for finals.

"Michael is throwing another party tonight. D'you want to go? We don't have to, ye know."

"I know," I said as laid down as I stared at the ceiling. "I guess I'm just worried that my mom is comin'. She thinks I'm out having sex and shit." I laughed, "if only she knew that I was hanging out with you."

"Are you going to tell her?" he asked as he stroked my hair, looking into my eyes gently.

"Yeah." I shrugged.

"You shouldn't tell her."

I sat up. "Why?"

"Do you really want to hear her complain about how much of a bad influence I am?"

I bit my lip, shaking my head. "No."

He pecked my lips, "Good. That means more time with you."

-

His tongue massaged mine as our lips moved in sync, his fingers dancing upon my skin as I felt him tug at my shirt; wishing it'd be on the floor. I removed his hands from the cloth and placed them on the blanket under us.

"You're a good kisser, Amelia," he chuckled as he rested his chin on my chest. "who knew the nerd was a good at swallowing someone else's tongue."

"And who knew the thug was a damn good kisser himself," I kissed his nose. "what time is the party?"

"As Michael puts it, it starts whenever." he chuckled as he mimicked his stoner friend. I couldn't help but giggle at his attempt to mock him.

"Mm." he hummed as he hovered over me, kissing my lips once again; savoring the moment. "God you're beautiful."

"You're not so bad yourself." I laid on my side, so that I was no facing his chest as I took in his scent---which was cologne and cigarettes. We laid there for quite a while, just absorbing the calm, relaxing atmosphere. Freddie wrapped his arm around me, sighing as muzzled into the crook of my neck.

"We should get ready," I said after a long moment of silence. Freddie groaned lazily, which I found to be adorable. "you don't want to go do you?"

"Nope. For once I want to get stoned by myself. Unless you want to smoke a hemp with me?" he pulled out the joint from his pocket; holding it out for me.

"Sure, why not? Back in Brooklyn, every one of my friends smoked pot." he smiled, grabbing the lighter as he inhaled first, then passed it to me.

We continued to smoke until we hit the joint's end.

-

I awoke with a start as the front door began to bash harshly. I raced towards the front entrance, the weed still kicking in as I opened it.

And there she stood, fingers contained a cigarette as she looked at me.

Wasn't I in for a surprise. . .

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