You knew she was a bad influence. Knew that sneaking out to go see her was wrong, knew that lying to your friends’ faces about where you had been and what you were up to... was wrong, because you just knew they wouldn’t approve. But she made you feel alive. More alive than you had felt in years; all the years before meeting her felt like a waste once you knew what true freedom felt like, all thanks to Kaylee. You had met her in your first year of university... back when you were busy with books rather than her. One party was all it took, one night of slacking off from studying and she had you in her grasp.

“Hey,” You then came to, seeing Kaylee sat in front of you as she clicked her fingers in front of your eyes, a grin on her lips. “Zoning out on me again... should I be worried?” She asked, tilting her head in a mixture of amusement and concern as she layed back on her bed, her room smelling of smoke and sweat.