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continue, "I can't say no to you, Lex. And I'm never gonna get clean if I can't say no. Maybe if I have to get my shit somewhere else...I won't want it anymore. I'm sick and fucking tired of this shit."
    He slides his jaw sideways, tongue playing inside of his mouth in contemplation, clicking against his teeth before he blinks once and shakes his head, letting my words roll right off of him. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. What's your fucking obsession with getting clean now? You watch some shit on Oprah or something?" he tosses the words around easily and frustration swims inside of me.
    "Fuck you! I've wanted to get clean for a long fucking time, I keep telling you that shit, you just never fucking listen to a single word I say unless we're fighting or I'm screaming your name in bed. I can't do this anymore! I don't wanna be dead on the streets or rotting in fucking prison."
    "Ok, fuck!" he shouts, trying to shut me up, brow furrowing as he throws his hands up. "So you're done with the drugs...but what about me ?" His hands hit his thighs as he drops his lanky arms in frustration.
    "What about you?" I scoff, twisting my face in disbelief. Of course he's always playing the victim.
    "I'm your fucking dealer! You don't need me for shit now, right?" He steps close to me, my back still against the wall, but despite his close proximity, he doesn't lower his voice, "I mean you're sneaking off getting drugs behind my back...who knows what else you're getting on the side."
    "Surely you didn't just fucking say that," I answer, pushing on his chest.
    He closes the space between us again, eyes locked with mine. "Yeah...I fucking did."
    My hands are still pressed to his chest, but I'm not pushing against him anymore. "And you think that's all you are to me?! My fucking dealer? " I narrow my eyes at him.
    "I don't see why I shouldn't think that now. I mean, you're mad at me, right? This is about revenge and shit? And you just threw that shit in my face about not making any promises to me! How do I know you don't just go off and get some dick behind my back! Isn't that how the game is played?" he growls, hands braced against the wall and he pushes his body against mine roughly, forcing out my breath from deep in my chest. I groan a bit as my elbows hit against the rough brick behind me when his weight presses against my hands.
    I swallow hard. "I don't play games." My eyes meet his again. "Not with you."
    "Well you better not..." He pushes against me roughly another time, hips holding mine against the wall, pinning me there. "Cause I don't care where you get drugs...but you're not getting dick anywhere else. This pussy is mine," he barks authoritatively, his voice still loud and harsh in my face, his eyes hard and cold staring into mine.
    But he pauses for a moment, panting slowly as I look back at him with a questioning gaze. This isn't just anger building inside of him. He's insecure. He's staking his claim on me. I can read him like a book, and his eyes soften under my intense stare before he puts his nose to my cheek, his breath warm on my face and I'm suddenly twenty again, back in that old house at Felix's party, pressed against the hallway wall.
    "Tell me it's mine, Leala," he whispers, pleads, his voice almost shaking, and I know this isn't a fight about me calling up Trent for drugs. Not anymore.
    I feel his long lashes brush my cheek as he blinks slowly and I sigh, taking his face in my hands and pulling it back to mine as I slowly hook one leg over his hip, the material of my skirt bunching around my hips. "It's yours, Lex."
    His eyes harden again and he crushes my mouth with his, kissing me hard, almost painfully, bruising my lips with his own. I whimper at the urgency of his mouth, the speed of his tongue against mine. Frantic. Desperate.
    He rips his mouth away suddenly, pressing his forehead to my own. "God, I'm just so fucking mad at you. What were you thinking , getting your shit from someone else?" He grabs