Sinful addiction

Chapter 2

Instead of getting inside the car I decided to sit on the hood, letting my legs swing freely back and forth. In the crescent moonlight I could make out a few students stumbling around drunkenly. They were obviously from one of Dylan's famous Friday parties. Dylan was that chestnut brown haired boy who belonged to Noah's clique alongside Kym Badoni, the Italian six feet tall with tattoos on his arms.

"It's pretty too late for you to be drinking all alone you know," I almost choked on my liquor as I turned to look at the stranger.

I couldn't clearly make out his face and his dark hoodie wasn't of any help either but his voice did sound a little bit familiar.

"Let me guess, that's a pick up line to get me into your bed?" I snapped, my rage starting to build up once again.

"Oh, honey if I wanted you in my bed so bad I would throw more than just pick up lines," He chuckled lightly as though this was just another silly joke.

"So you think it's funny?" I gritted shaking my own head.

He paused for a moment, probably thinking of something to insult me with.

"Look, I don't give a s**t who you are or what you have heard about me but let's make one thing clear, am not going to sleep with you whether it's for money or for the fun of it," I pointed out.

"Am sorry I didn't-"

"f**k. Off!" This was the first time I had actually tried to stand up for myself in front of someone.

He sighed deeply before turning to walk away. Just a few paces he stopped and turned round to face me.

"For the first time am actually proud of you Hazel," his words sounded so f*****g sincere but that was not what had stopped my heartbeat for a second.

It was the fact that he had actually called me my name. Nobody had called me that in months and I had pretty much lost the sound of it in someone else's tongue. I was tempted to jump off the hood and go after the stranger just to thank him for calling me my real name but I knew better. He was probably high on some drug otherwise he wouldn't have even gotten close to me...that is unless he wanted s*x. Of course he wanted s*x. I snarled deciding to go back inside my apartment, feeling the liquor working it's magic on me. Suddenly I just wanted to dance and forget all my worries, and forget that everyone thinks am a walking s*x machine, and forget am all alone in this world, and forget anyone really gives a s**t about me.

It was Friday so nobody was going to burst me for putting loud music at two thirty in the morning. Anyway this part of campus was pretty desert which was the damn reason I moved in here the last two months. Just like this place, I was pretty much alone in this cruel world.

My alarm rung at exactly six thirty in the morning. What the hell! I had barely caught a wink of sleep and it was already six thirty? Groaning I opened my eyes feeling my head aching like somebody had placed a heavy stone inside my skull. How did my leg end up cramped under the old sofa? Finally managing to pull my leg off I staggered to a stand. I stared at the empty bottle of liquor, my eyes briefly wondering to the unkempt state of my apartment. After a long bath through which I barely missed falling asleep, I made myself a cup of coffee. For the first time I actually decided to clean up my apartment before my nine thirty a.m shift at Macy's Caffe a seven minute walk from campus.

"You are late," Macy pointed out, a huge scowl appearing on her face.

"By thirty seconds, I know," It was hard to resist an eye roll.

"Jenna is not here which leaves you and Cathy. Get to work now," she barked walking into her small office.

Wait! Cathy? God I hated that girl. With her perfect petite lithe body, dimpled smile and natural red hair falling perfectly to almost waist length, she thinks she has got it all figured out.

"Could you please deliver this order to table seven?" think of the devil.

Gritting my teeth, I flashed her a sardonic smile before delivering the order.

"Next time don't try ordering me around, you little miss perfect," I sneered at her when I returned.

She looked confused for a moment before she let her expression drop, choosing to ignore me. Well, that would be better for both of us.

The day pretty rolled by very fast and it was almost closing time when my luck just melted into the thin air.

"Table three," Macy ordered me.

Begrudgingly I walked in but stopped in my trucks. Noah and his clique were sitted right there. They didn't seem to notice me at first but then they did.

"f*****g unbelievable Noah. You brought us to where your w***e is working?" Gabriel cursed as I approached their table.

"First off she is not my w***e and second how was I suppose to know she worked here? I don't keep tabs on her," Noah's jaw was set in an angry line.

"Jeez guys. Can you both stop being such p*****s for once?" Dylan thankfully interjected.

"Your orders please," I mouthed ignoring the constricted rush in my system at the thought of Noah barely an inch away.

"So she does have manners too," Gabriel sneered.

"What the f**k dude? If you don't want to be here you can leave," Noah was seething and it felt really nice.

"Yeah, you are probably right," Gabriel cast one disgusted glance on me before walking out of the cafe.

So much for a lucky day. All this time I was standing rigid, fighting the urge to snap. Suddenly Kym stood up without saying a word and walked out.

"I guess that leaves just the two of us," Dylan stated the obvious.

As I went to get their orders I could feel Noah's gaze burning into my back and twice I was tempted to turn around. After they left the usual heavy burden of painful longing returned, settling right on top of my heart.