All The Bad Things

t was into men," I inatt

ked in Aiden's room. The room's floor was vibrating from the loud music they were playing downstairs. I could hear them dancing, yelling, l

arphones on, glanced at me before he removed the earph

uldn't talk to him or touch anything in his room. I should have thanked him and left, but I was too scared to get back home. I took a cab here, and riding back h

ns I don't know. Aiden didn't object to it. He didn't even ask me to sit somewhere more comfortable. He let me sit on the cold floor. Whi

to having him around – despite having a huge crush on him,

ow that Blake West was into men," I r

e into a frown, "Who the

lake West is? He is like the most popular guy in our school!" I said

was the most popular guy," He added smugly. I rolled my eyes at him. I am sure if I'd ask the newbies of my school, des

tever he was watching on the laptop. I glanced at him as he was completely engrossed by what he was watching on it. As the screen ligh

my eyes. Air caught in my lungs – cheeks flushed. All of the sudden, being surrounded by dr

uinted his eyes before he stared back at me for a few se

ot until I reached the legal age and even then never to rely o

le my gaze followed him, not sure of what he was up to. He emerged out of his closet with a bottle of raspberry juice in one hand a

rink alcohol?" I mumbled as

ced was how good he smelt. He was the reason why his room smelt so nice. "I don't want anything from you," He stated. "I am askin

rself a drink?" I asked dodging the "you can le

he gulped it down his throat before he hissed and chuckled. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him – it was weird and he might call me out for it, but I couldn't do i

the two of us. He took a few more shots of vodka while I silently sat beside him with my head bowed – I was pondering whether I should be drinking or not. I have already opened the door, I

. I was nervous because I don't know what might happen if I got intoxicated. What if I say something stupid? What if someone takes advantage of me? I stole a glance at Aiden, who had his eyebrow raise

o withdraw his hand. I perplexedly looked at him, "You don't so

eyes. When I didn't look away from him. He heaved a sigh and hand me the bottle. My lips curled as I grabbed the bottle in my hand. Here we go. I was final

ing. Mix it with some juice," He said as he w

is hand, "But I want to try it

he was trying to read me. He wants to know what goes on in my mind. As if he wanted to understand me. I wan

p at a time. Don't try to gulp it down." He instructed. I roll

quickly took a big sip – if not a mouthful. I didn't listen to him entirely and hurriedly tried to swallow it as its somewh