- Pink Floyd {Young Lust}
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[collab with @gianna my na-na ♥ ♥]
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[Flashback]
"So, what do your parent's do for a living Jason?" Mr. Pierce asked giving off a sense of anticipation and anxiety.
Too sooth the awkwardness of interviewing his daughter's date, I had a mostly parental approved answer every time I was asked this question. It was what had won me over plenty of times with moms and dad's alike in Berkeley.
I cleared my throat as I sat up straighter on the leather couch. Glancing around the room quickly I took in the distance between me and Mr. Pierce as he was seated directly across from me interrogation style. The throw rugs underneath our feet must have cost thousands reminding me of the ones my dad had in his office.
"My father is attorney, sir." Looking him in the eyes i realized he partially cringed when I said sir. What else did he want me to call him? Ben? "And my mother owns a home ran business."
He nodded slowly folding his hands onto his lap as he leaned forward. A bad attempt at trying to be intimidating. "And what are your future plans?"
"I'm planning on going into the law field just like-" I started before we both turned at the sight of Chase bouncing down the long flight of steps to our right.
"She's coming J." He stopped at the bottom of the steps nodding his head towards the top of the stairs.
I nodded in return before turning my attention back to Mr. Pierce. The phone stared to ring from a distance as Mr. Pierce glanced behind him. "I'll be right back." Mr. Pierce said before pushing himself up from the arm chair and disappearing into the kitchen to retrieve the phone call.
Getting up I met Chase at the bottom of the stairs.
"So, are you excited man?" He asked giving me a toothy grin.
I laughed knowing there was no way that you should get your hopes up for a first date. And besides with us just going to a party tonight I would be focused on making sure I didn't end up in a chokehold by the end of the night because Nicola came up past curfew or drunk off her as.s.
"I guess." I shrugged with a lingering smirk before slipping my hands into the pockets of my jeans.
"You'll be fine, just keep her out of trouble."
"What am I her chaperone?" I asked my eyebrows furrowing.
Chase shrugged as if he were thinking about my question. "Yeah, kind of." He teased.
"Chase!" We both turned to see Mr. Pierce entering back into the foyer hitching his thumb towards the kitchen as he made his way towards us. "Phone."
Chase turned towards me c.ocking a smile. "Good luck bro." He grinned before patting me on the shoulder and brushing past Mr. Pierce.
Mr. Pierce joined me at the end of the steps folding his arms. "Girls, they can't just throw on something and leave huh?" He smirked awkwardly looking at me before he looked at the top of the stairs.
Choosing to be safe, I just threw him a nod as I rocked back on the heels of my sneakers.
Finally we both looked as Nic appeared at the top of the stairs in a sparkly mini dress hugging her body. She looked f.ucking amazing, making the tension cuttable between me and her father.
"Nic," Mr. Pierce cleared his throat. Before Nic or I could open our mouths, Mr. Pierce shot me a glanced that I was waiting for. "She has a midnight curfew." He said quickly sounding completely closed to bargaining.
"Two AM," I watched as Nic tried to bargain anyways.
I was glad she had, because the longer she could stay out, the easier for me it would be.
"One," Mr. Pierce smiled wearily, the moment unfolding more and more awkwardly for him.
My eyes bounced back and forth between the two of them as I held back a smile thankful that he wasn't as uptight as I had thought. Now only if I could stay on his good side and keep Nic on it too.
"Deal," Nic smiled, slipping her arms into her leather jacket one at a time. "Don't wait up," She smiled at Mr. Pierce before glancing at me. "Ready?"
I nodded quickly more than ready to get the he.ll out of there before flashing a smile at Mr. Pierce. "Have a good night Mr. Pierce."
"Ben," He scratched the back of his head sort of shocking me that he finally mentioned the issue. "And thanks."
We brushed past him, walking towards the door. Nic made a point of swaying her as.s infront of me as she walked making it impossible for me not to think about what could happen tonight. Sure I was only 16, but I wasn't naive.
Trying to direct my attention else where Nic grabbed the door and held it opened as I stepped through.
My eyes stayed focused on Nic as she sauntered in front of me down the long dark driveway.
So far she was making the hassle from her father completely worth it.
Sure I been through the over protective father routine plenty of times for first dates, but by the end of the night who was to say any of the girls were worth the fucking time?
"You look really good tonight." I commented scanning her from head to toe as she continued in front of me. It looked like it didn't take her alot to look as hot as she did. I wanted to say she looked hot, sexy even, but most girls shied away from that.
"Good?" She tossed her hair over her shoulder and glanced back at me with a teasing smile.
"Alright," I chuckled surprised by her confidence.
Twirling my keys in and out of my fingers i smile to my self as we started to approach my cars. I didn't get this from juniors too often. "You look amazing," I replied still wanting to push it, not yet at least.
She laughed before waiting for me to unlock the door as she approached my Range Rover at the curb. A meaningless birthday present from my parents who happened to be too consumed in everything but me.
"I would say thanks," She started after I unlocked the door from behind her and went around to the drivers side as she opened her door.
Sliding into the car, I didn't bother to put on my seatbelt as I stuck the key in the ignition.
"But I didn't want a good, or amazing." She shrugged her lips hinting a smile as she looked at me.
I thought telling her how fucking hot she looked at the moment before realizing telling her would clue me into what she was up for tonight. "Honestly?" I smirked before placing my arm around the back of her chair and turning my body towards her to back the car out. "You want me to answer you completely honest?"
"I wouldn't had said anything if i didn't want you to." She shrugged looking down as she crossed her legs, probably on purpose making it easier for me to tell her.
"That's a first." I laughed referring to the fact that she wasn't like all of the other immature 16 year olds i practically had to force myself to get through a date with.
She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing off her lips.
"You look hot," I cocked a smile. "Trust me when i say everyone else at the party will agree." I started to steer the wheel looking out the back.
Stopping i turned to look back at her, I remembered that she had a curfew. "Your parents do know that we going to Derek's party tonight right?" I asked curiously, we both knew the party would be lasting way past 1 am with passed out drunks, and kids high out of their minds. I hoped tonight i would be one of them, maybe even lucky enough to get something else i wanted out of tonight.
She looked down with a roll of her eyes as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "As long as i come home in one piece they'll be fine." She shrugged nonchalantly.
"That can be done if you want it to." I glanced over and smirked hoping she wanted alot more than just a dance and a drink.
[End of Flashback]
[present]
Throwing my phone onto my desk, I sighed as I started over towards my dresser to grab a shirt.
Another day where I had slept in recovering from another sh.itty hang over, instead of actually trying to do something academically worthy of my attention.
It would changed sooner or later, when I had actually gotten the drive to do something about it. Maybe my parents cutting off my trust fund would be another motivation.
Considering this morning of all mornings had I woken up to Chase's bed being completely empty. I had assumed he was passed out somewhere around campus. And a email from my father requesting my semester grades so far.
Leaving me to remember how screwed I would be if I had did what he said and sent them.
A couple knocks rapped at me and Chase's door.
Turning away from my phone I started towards the door guessing it was probably Chase, just as high as I had been.
Opening the door I was welcomed by someone who definitely not Chase, but his se.xy sister instead. I would rather have opened the door to her than a red eyed, booze smelling Chase either way.
"Hi," She smiled, a little taken back. "Is Jason here?"
I grinned at her slip-up. Staring at her for a moment I realized it was kind of cute that to a certain point I could still be on her mind. "Yes. I am." I nodded.
"I meant Chase," She rolled my eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Well in that case, no," I responded a little disappointed. I opened the door further hoping she would take the hint that she could come in anyways.
"Really?" She leaned forward to peek over my shoulder as if I was hiding Chase underneath a bed or something. "He was supposed to go to the pub crawl with me..."
"We are both pretty aware that he can't be prompt Nic." I pointed out watching her slid a silver ring on her index finger up and down as she looked past me.
She sighed annoyed more than I knew she probably actually was.
Still I knew that if she had nothing to do but wait for him, she would loose her mind.
"You can come in if you want." I offered as I stepped aside swiftly and gestured her into the sunlight room.
It was your typical quaint door room.
Standard issue, square, barely enough room to move past each other, and two university issues twin beds that lied on opposite sides.
Despite the fact that me, Nicola and Chase all came from our very own set of financially sound parents, we had vowed for an typical college experience and had gotten just that so far.
"Why not?" She sighed hiking her bag up onto her shoulder in defeat.
I watched her brush past me into the room. Out of habit my eyes fell straight to her ass as she swayed to Chase's unmade bed.
Nic was beautiful and always had been.
Any guy would be lucky to have a measly fifteen minutes within her presence. Yet there was so much more to her that meets the eye. So much so, I had come to believe that the phrase "learn to never judge a book by it's cover" had formed by her mere existence.
It took alot for someone not to notice that in her.
Making her way towards the bed I noticed her surveying the room before I turned to gently shut the
door behind her.
Lingering near the door and the edge of my bed on one side of the dust filled room I watched her bend over at the foot of Chase's bed and pick up a white tank top from a dirty pile of clothes.
Pinching it between her thumb and fore finger her face twisted into disgust. "Old habits die hard." She commented shaking her head, before releasing the tank top and watching it flutter back onto the top of the pile.
Turning to me she seemingly forgot about the mess as she crossed her arms in front of her. "Do you plan on calling him, or..."She took a few steps forward her heels leaving imprints on the beige carpet. Glancing down she stepped over a pile of CD's and muttered something before continuing. "Or would you rather have me do the honors of hunting him down?" She looked back up at me and flashed me a tight smile.
She got sarcastic when she was irritated. One thing I didn't miss all that often.
"You never leave me any choice." I smirked watching a smile break between her full red lips.
"When it comes to Chase I don't have to." She shrugged non chalanty.
"You sure about that?" I teased before turning around tightly to head towards my desk in the cramped space. "Half of the time Chase is high underneath a tree and a girl randomly around campus," I started as I snatched my Blackberry off of the desk top and clutched it in my palm.
"Meanwhile his sister is underneath one of the school consolers." I turned around to meet her eyes again and c.ocked a smile.
She didn't necessarily know that I knew that she was sleeping with Grant, but she was a smart girl how could she not? Besides I didn't care and in the I knew she wouldn't either.
She apparently was getting what she wanted out of it and she hadn't changed all that much. Besides I had no room to talk. I was hooked back on prescription pills, and I unfortunately knew she knew me well enough to see it.
"You almost sound jealous..." Her eyes averted towards the wall.
"Jealous?" Jealous was the farthest thing I was. I had my time with Nic and now it was someone else's. Even though that partially sounded wrong, jealously was not what I was thinking about. The idea of her and Grant was just weird. "Like how you got mad at Peyton for me asking her out?"
"That wasn't jealousy," She shook her head, my folded arms getting tighter.
I still didn't understand why it was a problem. I was the one that had asked Peyton out, yet in a womanly manner she got mad at her friend instead...
I grinned, sitting down on the edge of my bed and glancing down at my phone knowing she was most likely fuming at the notion that I didn't care. It was typical. She didn't get what she thought she deserved, whether it be respect, or honesty, or a person all to herself, she got pis.sed. "Whatever you say Nic," I shrugged, scrolling through my numbers slowly.
"And you know that I prefer being on top," She took a step closer to me and bent down to take the phone from my hands.
Leaving me guessing what exactly she wanted me to say to her last comment, she turned around and pressed the phone to her ear. After a few moments she bitterly parted the phone from her ear. "His phones off or he's ignoring you," She turned back towards me and dropped the phone in my lap.
She gave me a fake pout. "Did you two get into a fight?"
I fought the urge to stiff a laugh. She always had a way at poking at me and Chase's friendship. I never understood why, but apparently entertained her."Do you have to be such a b.tch?" I retorted knowing she wanted to tease some more.
She coc.ked her head to the side and looked down at me, her eyes scanning me. "You used to like that about me," She said seriously.
To a certain extent I had liked that about her. She seemed so much younger than me when we first started dating that the way she carried herself threw me off and turned me on. But when it came to her anger towards me when she felt like it, it was just something I had became accustomed to.
"There's a difference between actually liking your attitude and tolerating it," I replied and he smiled.
"Fine," She rolled her eyes. "I was a terrible girlfriend."
I shook my head. I hated when she decided to say sh.it like that just to play the guilt card when she knew all along the real f.uck up was me. "I didn't say that Nic."
"You didn't need to," She said as she walked over to my desk and looked at all of the things I had laid out.
I watched as her fingers ran across my economics book. She was starting dangerously close to the bag of Adderall that I had laid out, that I had forgot all about. I silently cursed at myself knowing that it would be a problem if she had recognized it.
And then, she picked them up.
She turned around her face mixed with what I thought was confusion, anger, and disappointment. I hadn't thought it would have been such a big deal now. We weren't together, she wouldn't have to put up with me taking the pills, we were adults and honestly why would she care?
"Nic," I stood up taking steps closer to her wanting to just dodge the argument we had had during our relationship.
She held the bag up, letting it be the only thing separating us from each other, "You do realize that this pill has more side effects than the few hours of a high it'll give you, right?"
I stared at the bag in her hand my heart practically stopped beating at that point.
I didn't know why she cared. We barely saw each other any more, it was college and I would never let it get out of hand like that again.
She was insane if she thought I would.
"I'm fully aware Nic." I groaned reaching over to snatch the bag from her hand.
She jerked away the bag still fully in her grasp. Burning a stare at me, she placed her free hand on her hip the way she used to do when she was preparing to be as stubborn as possible.
Just like old times.
I heaved an frustrated sigh knowing exactly what was to come.
"You can't be serious." She scoffed shifting her weight.
"And you can't still be here." I flashed her a tight smile wishing she would just drop the bag and leave before she and I became any more upset.
"Look," she started before turning around and throwing the back on my bed. She span back around and looked me in the eye. "Pop as many as you want, and whenever you want," she raised an eyebrow. "but I refuse to be okay with the way that your fuc.king yourself over again Jase."
"I neve asked you to be, besides it won't get as serious as you think it will." I tried to convince glad she had dropped the bag. "those were never my intentions." I rolled my eyes knowing she didn't believe me. It would have took alot for her to anyways.
She watched me as I started across the room to retrieve the bag. I still wished she would just leave and forget it but with her that was never the case. But to say the least I loved the way she cared. "I'm not an idiot Nic." I added as I reached for the bag.
She scoffed a laugh crossing her arms bitterly.
"Yeah I was," I said emphasizing was. "an idiot about alot of things, including us." I walked closer to her the bag within my grip. "but it's not going to stay the same."
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