"Boo!" I jump in front of Killian, letting out a giggle. He stops on his heels, raising an eyebrow looking completely unfazed, his hair was slightly wet, some parts stuck on his forehead.

Covering my mouth, I giggle again, before running away.

I just ate the white stuff and I'm feeling fucking great!

Suddenly I get pulled back and hit his hard chest, causing a squeak to release from my mouth.

I try to pull away, but he holds me firmer, turning me around, before squatting down and staring at my mouth.

My eyes land on his scar, and I tilt my head. "What--"

Suddenly his thumb lands on my lip and I flinch. He rubs at it roughly, before pulling away. I could see his blue eyes darken, as he rubs his thumb with his index.

"It's my--"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He growls. His angry eyes snapping up to mine, his jaw tightening.

I smile at him, placing both my hands into his hair, he tenses up, as I run them through his soft, wet strands, raking them upwards into a spiky style, letting out another giggle.

A second later, he grabs ahold of both my hands, pulling them away, as he stands up and pushes me backwards.

"Hey!" I laugh, as he grabs my wrist again, dragging me to the back.

I grab his hand, trying to pry it off my other one, but he tightens his hold, running his other hand through his hair, pushing it backwards.

"I told you not to fucking touch it." He growls, grinding his teeth together.

I run my fingers against one of his veins, smiling. "Your hand? It's nice--"

"I'm talking about the drug you idiot!" His voice grows louder, as we stop at our original seats.

"Do you know how fucking dangerous--"

"I will buy you more--"

"SHUT UP!" He yells and I jump, before bursting out in a fit of giggles. He narrows his eyes at me before his jaw clenches, and he pushes me onto the seat causing me to bounce on the leather, as I continue to giggle.

"Shut up!" He snaps, fisting his hands together.

I cover my mouth as I begin to snort with laughter, he rolls his eyes and begins to search for the pack, his jaw continuing to tick.

"Silly Mr Kill" I giggle, and his eyes snap to mine again, casting me a weird look, before letting out a loud sigh, rubbing his face furiously.

He then squats down,"Tell me where the cocaine is." He says softly, his jaw still ticking- showing that he is still angry.

I let out another giggle before touching his jaw, and his eyes flashes with something before he roughly pulls it off. "Tell. Me." He growls, his hand tightening around mine.

"...It's on my bum." I giggle, my gaze flying to his hair, along with my hands.

He rolls his eyes, before wrapping his arm around my waist, while I play with his hair, spiking it up again.

He lifts me up a tiny bit before, running his hand under me. He grabs the pack then drops me again.

"Giggle again and you see what happens." He glares at me, before looking down at the pack.

A laugh begins to bubble through me and I quickly clamp my mouth shut, tightly.

His eyes widen and I squeeze my eyes shut as I begin to laugh hard, my palm blocking out the sound.

"YOU ATE HALF THE FUCKING PACK!?" He suddenly roars, causing me to jump, as I look up at him again, my laughter increasing.

His face was turning red and he pulls my hand off my mouth causing a whole fit of giggles to explode into his face.

"Only a little bit a lot." I blurt, while laughing. His angry eyes close for a moment before he opens them shaking his head.

"So fucking annoying." He growls and I laugh even more.

"I really liked it, it makes me really happy." I then smile. "I want more."

He scoffs. "You're throwing it up, mate." He shoves his hand in the inside of his pocket taking something out.

My eyes direct to his lips, where he had put the silver lip ring that's poking out, back again.

I reach my hand for it, but he notices and leans back- his eyes flickering to mine then back to the cocaine as he then puts his hand back in, taking out a pinch.

"Yay!" I nod my head. "Can I--"

"Yeah, yeah." He mutters gruffly, as he shoves it in my mouth, with an eye roll.

There was a lumpy thing in it, and I furrow my brows, gnawing at it aggressively, before swallowing, while he watches me intently.

"Yum." I lick my lips. "You're so nice." I look back at him.

He lets out a breath. "Sure." He then lifts himself up, crossing his arms as my eyes travel upwards along with him.

I smile up at him, as I then lift myself up in my seat, eye-leveling him.

"Do you want to be friends?" I grin.

His brows shoot upwards, his eyes showing no emotion. I wait patiently, my eyes shining with hope.

"No."

My smile falters, and I nod. "Okay."

His lips twitch up into a smirk before he reaches forward, tucking a loose strand under my ear, his hand still lingering. My body temperature was beginning to increase for some reason, as I suddenly felt clammy in Jack's hoodie.

My smile remains, as his finger still lingers by my ear, it brushes against it, slightly and I let out a giggle, which causes his eyes to snap back to mine.

"You like me?"

He rolls his eyes, as his hand drops. Shaking his head he begins to walk away.

I furrow my eyebrows, my lips parting slightly, as I watch him walk past the seats.

"As friend--" I begin, as I jump off the seat, to follow him, but as soon as I land on the floor my stomach jumps and a huge wave of sickness spreads across me. My head slowly beginning to pound and I quickly sit myself on the floor.

The feeling of bliss I was feeling a moment ago, came crashing down.

My breathing picked up it's pace, and I was sweating profusely now, my body temperature increasing to a whole new level.

He fricking poisoned me!

I let out a loud whimper, as my stomach twisted and churned aggressively. "Help me." I cry out, as beads of sweat begin to trickle down my face.

What the fuck is this?

I look up, and see Killian approaching me once again. He squats down, letting out a breath, before pushing my sweat-covered hair backwards and off my face, his eyes still showing no emotion.

"No.." My eyes begin to blur as the bile rises up and down my throat.

"You-you did this to me!" I growl at him, shakily. "I a-asked to be friends--" I clutch my head. "So then you--" he suddenly wraps his arms around me, his brows pinching together.

"Stop spitting shit and just relax." He grunts out, lifting me up.

"Get off me!" I scream, as the tears spill out. I cover my mouth, as I'm just about to puke, but it goes back down.

My breathing became harder, as the bile kept jumping up and down like a- like a kangaroo.

"Bet you wish you listened to me now when I said not to take the drugs." He makes his way to the restroom.

I glare at him, through my blurry vision."I-Y-You didn't have to poison me!" I stutter out, breathlessly, tears beginning to pour.

"I didn't poison you love, I'm simply just ridding the shit you consumed." He snaps, opening the door and helping me stand by the toilet.

I squeeze my eyes shut, the bile continuing to rush up and down."It's not coming out!" I cry harder and he grunts.

"Can you relax? You're acting like you're giving birth."

I ignore his statement, before leaning down, I shove a finger down my throat and that's when it finally erupts.

After two minutes of throwing up, I stand up, the tears still streaming down.

I'm feeling slightly better now, except my heads still hurting a lot.

"C'mon love." Killian caresses my back.

"I can't believe this.." I growl, pushing him off, my whole body was covered in sweat no doubt.

"Neither me, don't they fucking teach you the effects of drugs in school?"

I turn to him, glaring, his own eyes flashing with anger.

"Shut your mouth, this is your fault, you put that thing--"

"I did you a favour!" He snaps, louder.

I grit my teeth shaking my head as my breathing speeds up again, my head pounding harder.

I quickly turn to the toilet and throw up again.

"The amount you consumed is totally reckless considering its your first time, if it ended up in your blood stream you would've been dead." His voice grows louder.

I wipe my mouth, as I slump against the wall. "You're right, I'm sorry." I mutter, placing my head on my knees.

I'm so stupid it's embarrassing.

"Least you know not to take anything again." He mutters after a moment, before I hear his steps walk away and the door closing shut.

Maybe I should of listened in PDP class.

At least I learned my lesson..?

Within ten minutes, I lift myself up. My head thankfully wasn't hurting anymore but I was still feeling hot and sweating a fair amount.

I make my way to the sink and do my business before exiting the room.

I used to have a phobia of puking but I've been doing it so much lately I consider it normal.

I make my way to the back, and see Killian with an annoyed expression as hes bent on his knees shoving my stuff- that I left for him on the floor- and into the bags, while chucking them in a luggage.

"We're in Miami, and it's fairly hot, best interest for you would be wearing something that won't have you sweating to death." He mutters, not taking his eyes off the stuff.

I gulp. Hot? I hate the heat! I can never sleep in the summer back in Britain, but I'm presuming it's going to be much worse here, considering the state it's left me in so far.

"I picked a few stuff for you." He then chucks a load of clothes, which land over my head.

I pull them off, and place them on the seat next to me. Shorts and crop tops?

Hell no.

"These are my night clothes."

He growls, snapping his gaze at me. He opens his mouth but then his phone begins to ring.

He plucks it out of his jeans pocket, before placing it to his ear. I could hear faint talking, presuming it's Heidi from the tone.

"Kians not back yet." He mutters through the phone, as he takes out a bag from my luggage and starts looking through it.

He begins to fish things out, looking intently at them, before putting them back in, with his brows furrowed and his eyes squinted in concentration.

His gaze suddenly snaps to mine and I quickly look away.

"I'm feeling hot." I blurt, flipping my sweaty hair off my face.

He throws something at me, which again, lands on my face.

I pull it off and look at it, immediately shaking my head. It was a tight black shirt, with laces at the front. And it's Heidi's.

I think I remember stealing it..but then realised it wasn't my sort of thing..

"No."

"Then you can go fucking naked." He snaps, glaring at me which causes a blush to creep up my cheeks.

"No not you." He talks into the phone, rolling his eyes.

"In a bit." He then mutters after a while before hanging up.

His eyes land on me before looking upwards, "Kian, take the stuff outside, we'll meet you there."

I look up at Kian, who's glaring back at me with a load of luggages in his hand. The graffiti on his face had faded slightly, but still noticeable.

He then walks out, dragging all three of them with him.

"Are you gonna wear any of them?" Killian snaps, and I bring my gaze back to his glaring ones.

I shake my head. "I know I had some better stuff, but you didn't bring them.."

"Well that's just too bad." he growls, lifting himself up.

"You can look yourself, and when you're ready meet us outside." He begins to walk all the way and turns right, where the exit is.

He gives me one last glance. "And make sure you wear a fucking bra." And with that he disappears, leaving me hot with embarrassment.

Fricks sake.

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