He was an uncomplicated boy who just happened to infuriate her. She was bitter, twisted and only wanted sex from him. So what does he do? Falls in love with her…

Black Coffee

Interlude: A Boy's Addiction

You build me up

You knock me down

Provoke a smile

And make me frown

You are the Queen of run-around

You know its true

I never wanted this. She's everything I hate and yet there's something mesmerising about her, a web of dark mystery that I can't escape from. I look at her and see so many lies, so many secrets and so many masks. She's…hollow. And when I'm with her, I struggle to see the real Erin. I get so angry with her. The frustration is a stress I don't need, but I can't seem to help it. Just looking at her makes me want to touch her, kiss her, hit her, strangle her, burn with her all at once.

I dislike her to the point of obsession. She's rude, conceited and above all enjoys setting people against each other. As if life is all just a game there for her to play and destroy.

You chew me up

And spit me out

Enjoy the taste

I leave in your mouth

You look at me

I look at you

Neither of us know what to do
And yet, I keep seeing these traces of vulnerability, this intense agony in her gaze when she looks at me, a fire of need to be comforted with every shift of skin on skin. And sometimes I can see in her the girl who she used to be and, despite myself, I'm intrigued. She thinks of herself as a being of darkness, and I'm forced to wonder what her family is like to produce such a disturbed child. I remember walking in on her when she was on the phone to someone, saw the hurt and love plain on her face, she looked broken and I knew of only one way to try and make that hurt go away.

There may not

Be another way to your heart

So I guess I better find a new way in

I shiver when I hear your name

Think about you but it's not the same

I won't be satisfied 'til I'm under your skin

I told her once, about my scholarship, expecting the cold silence that had greeted me by previous 'friends', but she had simply ignored me. 'What, did you expect a reaction?' she'd sneered. 'Because don't hold your breath. I don't give a flying fuck who you are.'

Intending it as an insult, I'm sure my arms wrapping around her from behind had shocked her. I myself had questioned my sanity and waited, cringing, for her attack. But she had placed her arms for a moment over mine and let me stay, sheltered, before she stalked away.

It was moments like that that made me go back to her, every single time.

Immobilized by the thought of you

Paralysed by the sight of you

Hypnotised by the words you say

Not true but I believe em anyway

Then there's the sex; I know I have manners and morals but I'm a boy too and she is just too tempting to resist. Tempting to the point of never wanting to let go, to want to forever sink into her. I'll never understand it, because I know I dislike her, but…

She's unexplainable, so I guess our 'relationship' is as well.

And I can't help but want her. Can't help but want to help her. I'd seen the humanity in her at times, flashing in her eyes before she suppresses it like some vile vermin that should be destroyed, and I've found that I can almost see the real Erin when skin slides along skin.

So come to bed its late

There's no more time for us to waste

Remember how my body tastes

You feel your heart begin to race

I've said it before; I don't want her complications. I don't want to be the one to help her, don't want to see beyond the conceited ice. I hate the fact that she uses my body for her own amusement, and I want to look for a way out, want to escape her clutches, want to be free

There may not

Be another way to your heart

So I guess I better find a new way in

I shiver when I hear your name

Think about you but it's not the same

I won't be satisfied 'til I'm under your skin

But I can't help it.

I'm addicted.