The trouble with drugs is that no matter how much pain and misery they put you through, they become a part of you. And you will always want to go crawling back.
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I mirror Aaron's retreating figure and headed towards his car. I was nervous all day yesterday after lunch. Meghan and Jade said that it was stupid of me to say yes to Aaron, and I agreed with them. It was stupid. But I'll only live once. My life was constantly tormented by drama at home. Tutoring Aaron out of all people will bring something interesting. So, I went home, cooked, studied, ate, and went to sleep. Mark didn't bother me as much as I thought he would. I thanked God for that.
Aaron's car was an illustration of how much money he and his family was worth. It was a shiny, black Lexus that Meghan told me he got for his seventeenth birthday. All I got for my seventeenth birthday was a sleepover at Jade's.
He unlocked the doors with the remote on his keys and I got inside. It was unbelievably clean- even the floors didn't have much dirt on them. The cream leather was so smooth and fresh that I felt as if one false move could dirty his entire car. He hopped inside and started the engine. Music played through the speakers, connected to his phone by an aux cord.
After a few minutes, he spoke. "You don't gotta be so quiet."
"Sorry."
"You good," he assured. "Just get comfortable, I ain't gon hurt you."
I kept sneaking glances at Aaron while he focused on the road, admiring the way flickering sunlight reflected off his skin as we rode under palm trees. It was then that I realized how mature he looked; if Aaron were to tell someone that he was in his second year of college, they would believe it.
He caught me staring. I blushed as he the corner of his lip quirked up, amusement glazing his eyes.
I was fidgety as ever- constantly scratching itches before they even happened, biting my lip, playing with my fingers. He made me so nervous and I didn't even understand how or why. His front cup holders had a small glass jar of candy and I picked a red life saver.
"Yeah," Aaron began sarcastically, "Go through my stuff, I don't mind."
"Okay, I will," I took him literally, just to spite him and distract myself.
"Have fun," he chuckled. "You somethin' else."
I laughed too, "As long as you're okay with it." I opened the glove compartment and searched inside. Napkins, receipts and three purple bags of Takis... he snacked like me on my period.
"Three bags of Takis?" I gaped.
"Ew, why do you say it like that?"
"What are you talking about?"
"It's Takis, not Tack-eeze," he enunciated. "You're such a gringa."
"I'm sorry I wasn't born speaking Spanish like you. That still doesn't explain why you have three bags of cholesterol in your car."
