I can't fall in love || D.M.

•chapter 27•

*sexual scenes please feel free to skip if
you're uncompfy*

~regret~

I gave into peer pressure. I wasn't going to smoke any weed but I gave in. I missed Max so much, I needed a release and this was it. Getting high is my release, my distraction.

Me and max were best friends, I knew that. But I also left him out a little when I got with Draco. It was just awkward since me and max had... well we were friends with benefits. I couldn't help but feel bad. And now he's gone for god knows how long.

I sat there by the window on the arm of the arm chair, taking long drags of the spliff between my index and middle finger.

I could feel Draco staring at me, he was mad about me not wanting to sleep with him after he broke my heart. It's funny really, how he thinks he can put girls through hell and they'd still fall to their knees for him.

I walked over to my record player and pulled out an album. The strokes.

*play "hard to explain" by the strokes*

The music started to play.

"I love this song" I say as I started to dance.

When I got high I was more energetic unlike my friends, they were either tired or horny. Except Max he would have dance with me if he was here.

Fuck I'm thinking about him again. I took another long Draco of the spliff, feeling the fumes intoxicate me. I could barely think straight. Good.

I let out a sigh along with the smoke. As I did Draco came up to me, he took my spliff and took a drag blowing the smoke in my face.

"Hey that's mine" I laugh. Why am I laughing?

"Awh what are you going to do about it Lestrange?" He said raising an eyebrow, challenging me. He has been calling me Lestrange since we broke up. I don't like it one bit, it makes me think about my mother.

I watched as he brought the joint to his mouth, his lips forming a perfect 'o' shape. He took a drag and slowly inhaled, then blew the smoke at me. I want to kiss him so bad- stop Ariel have some self control. The effects of the spliff are kicking in.

He noticed I'm looking at his lips and laughs slightly, making me look at his eyes instead. "I know you're obsessed with me, Lestrange but-"

I cut him off "don't call me that" I said sternly still looking into his eyes.

He moves closer, forcing me to look up at him, towering over my small frame. "What would you like me to call you? Slut? Whore? I don't mind either" he says evilly smirking at me.

"I don't want you to call me anything I want you to stay the fuck away from me, manwhore" I snapped.

"So I'm manwhore now? I thought I was daddy, that's what you called me anyway" he smirked.

Fuck he's so hot, arguing and being toxic. My biggest turn ons. I have issues.

Everyone was talking to each other completely ignoring mine and Dracos presence.

I drag him out of my dorm and into the corridor. I shut the door behind me and looked at him.

"Why have you brought me out here, slut?" He smirked but I cut him off by pulling him down to my level by the collar of his suit jacket.

He started to kiss me back, it wasn't passionate it was full of anger and lust. He slammed me up the wall and I felt myself grow wet. Shit.

"Jump" he breathes in between kisses. I obliged. I jumped and he caught me he was holding my thighs while I leant up the wall.