I left without a word to Eric who was heavily asleep on the messy bed.
The house was dirty and people lied sprawled on the floor.
I walked home in the cold, my phone said 42 degrees Fahrenheit.
Fuck me.
My head was throbbing not from a hangover but from confusion.
I lost my blouse and coat and I was wearing Eric's shirt.
"You're late where were you? You had me worried sick." My moms frail yet firm voice was heard from a distance.
"Drunk." I replied honestly.
"Ava, have some fucking diligence." Ashley came in and stood in front of me.
"Leave me the fuck alone Ashley." I pushed her out of the way and went upstairs to shower and fall asleep.
I woke up confused.
Angry.
Questioning myself and my feelings.
There was a noise at my window, like a rock tapping against it, I ignored it but the sound kept irritating me.
I stayed laying in my bed with my eyes shut.
THUD.
"Fucking shit!" The voice was familiar I quickly sprinted up and grabbed the knife I kept in between my mattress.
"Who's there?" I stood straight in the dark, fear and anger surged through my body as I moved to the light switch.
"Relax princess."
I turned on the light to see Alex crouching on the floor, his hand bleeding from a vase he broke on his way into my room.
"What the fuck are you doing here, why the fuck did you come through my window?" I threw my blade on the floor and grabbed my hair and a thought hit me,
"Oh my God you're a fucking pervert."
my voice became ballistic,
"What no!" He stood up blushing, "You wish I was, unless you want me to be." He winked at me,
"Just, oh my God! You're bleeding on my white carpet!" I screamed,
"Well fucking help me Ava what the fuck!" He yelled.
I rolled my eyes,
"Hey Mom heard you ye..." Ashley opened the door and paused once she saw Alex standing in the middle of my bedroom with a overly bloody hand.
"Come in." I said and Ashley slowly closed the door and stared at him, I went to my bathroom and grabbed a first aid kit.
"Here." I told Alex motioning for him to sit next to me on my bed.
Alex sat next to me making the bed sink a little, he smelt like Armani Cologne.
His hand had a thin but long and deep cut from his palm to the in between of his index finger, the blood seeped slowly and steadily down onto my bed spread, I grabbed a napkin and wiped it, then sprayed it with hydrogen peroxide to disinfect it. He relaxed his hand,
"Does it sting?" I asked getting a gauze wrap.
"I like the sting." He replied, I kept wrapping it, I looked up at him and he quickly looked away.
"There." I smiled at him.
"Thanks princess." He smirked, making me blush.
Ashley shifted a bit making me aware of her presence again.
I noticed she stared at Alex with a scared expression on her face.
"Ashley, this is Alex, Alex this is Ashley."
Ashley smiled.
"Hey." Alex said smiling back at her, he had his mouth opened a bit.
Ashley blushed immediately, her pale face was red.
"She's fifteen." I blurted out and she made a face at me making Alex kind of laugh.
"Sixteen in a month actually." Ashley placed her hands on her hips.
"Hit me up then." Alex smirked at her making her blush again and run out of my room.
"Ugh ignore her." I said placing my arms in my lap,
"She's cute." he laughed a bit making me feel irritated.
"I guess."
"Hey Ava?" Alex stood up and walked to my window.
"Yeah?" I lifted my eyebrow at him,
"Want to do something later tonight?"
My stomach felt like live animals were trying to rip out of it.
The fuck.
"Um sure I guess." I replied nonchalantly conceling my true excitement.
"Be back later." He winked disappearing through my window.
I screamed in excitement and laughed,
"Hey Ava, I'm still here." He shouted.
I giggled a bit, my only question was how the hell he got up to my room if I was on the second floor.
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Little Miss Drug Dealer
Teen FictionAva Daniels is beautiful, smart, talented, and the valedictorian of her graduating class, she may seem like the perfect little socialite but she harbors a deadly double life. She's a hardcore drug dealer. With her senior year underway Ava isn't the...