"So what bring you here anyways. Aren't finals coming up?" He asked.
"Yeah, I don't know what's going on. I don't think I'm going back." I mumbled. I never thought I'd want to go back, but ever since I learned I'd be dying before graduation school sounded like heaven.
"Why not? You're not running away are you?" He asked only half concerned. I had a feeling he really didn't mind my absence from school.
"Umm.. Things got complicated. I ran, yeah, but some of the people from the school caught up with me and now they're keeping me here for a social experiment."
"That's convenient that they just happened to see you here." Was he implying that I was lying?
"Well I didn't want to be part of the experiment and then I got stranded in Idaho and my friend said she would get me, but I had to continue with the experiment and I agreed." I shrugged the conversation off quickly. I was horrible at improv.
"Okay.." I don't think he was buying it, but he was kind enough to let it drop.
"What about you. No school?" I brought it back to him like I had the entire walk.
"Couldn't afford it and my grades weren't perfect." Her shrugged, not seeming to care in the least about his education.
"Do you want to go to school? There are community colleges and financial aid an-"
"I don't want to go to school." He interrupted me with a quiet voice.
"Oh.. okay." There was silence for a moment before a jingling caught my attention.
"Here." He announced with a smile. I followed him in and up the stairs before we were stopped in front of the door.
"You aren't like... a goody too shoes, are you?" He asked me with a hand on the little golden knob.
"Nah, I've had my share of parties." I smirked at him before he swung the door open. The stench of pot hit my nose quickly and my face scrunched. So it was one of those parties. He lead me in and introduced me to the small group that were sitting in the living room playing some sort of card game.
"We have beer, pot, coke, X, pretty much anything you could want" He told me as we walked into the kitchen. Fuck, he wasn't kidding when he said there was a variety of things to do.
"I'll just stick to the beer." I mumbled. Wasn't he scared to have all that shit in his house?
"We have harder stuff if you want. We got wine and vodka an-"
"I'll just stick to beer." I repeated myself with a nervous smile. We joined the other six people in the room playing Cards Against Humanity. Never heard of it, but I was kicking ass.
"Damn, new girl's good. Where'd you pick her up Rhys?" A thin sweaty man asked with a yellow smile. I would have bet a good hundred on him being a heroin addict.
"Lonely lookin' gal down at the bistro. Thought she looked like she could use a bit of livening up." He nudged me with a smile before a large blunt was passed to him. I turned back to the cards in the middle. This really made me realize that you couldn't judge a book by it's cover. He didn't look like the druggie type on the street, but he fit the bill sitting in the smoke filled room.
"She's cute." Rhys giggled at the compliment.
"She's got a booyfriend." He exaggerated the word with a really stupid smile on his face. I was ready to go.
"Aww.. What he ain't know won't her 'em" He scooted closer to me and set a hand on my leg. I twitched away from him before standing.
"Umm.. I'm going to go." I pointed to the door with an overly fake smile. Rhys and two others stood.
"Come on Casey, don't leave. Ben couldn't hurt a fly even if he wanted to." That wasn't helping anything.
"I.. I have to go. I have the umm.. There's an experiment thing I have to get to."
"You told me you had all night." His childish face looked confused and a little angry. Definitely not the face of a stoner. The marks up his arms indicated he was probably addicted to serveral things, but I would give him the benefit of the doubt. Why not? I wouldn't have to see him again.
"I.. I should really go though." I felt a little uncomfortable as they pushed the subject. I could hear people entering the apartment laughing, breaking our silence.
"Heeey! Who's this?" A short round woman circled around me. Her short, red pixie trimmed hair coming just to my nose.
"Some bitch with a curfew." Ben mumbled as the woman next to him tied a band around his bicep.
"Aww, you can't be leaving. The party just arrived!" She chimed and a larger man behind her held up a baggie with a whole lot of white powder in it.
"I..." I hated disappointing people is what I did. "I can stay for a bit, but I have to be to a thing at six." I mumbled. Sitting silently was much easier than fighting to leave.
"So you're a liar?" Ben asked just before a needle sunk into his arm. He groaned and leaned his head back with a larger than life smile.
"Ignore him. He'll be better when the high kicks in." Rhys sat me back down next to him. I stared at Ben both curious and alarmed. I assumed it was heroin, but everyone was so casual. People died from that stuff and they all looked envious that he was getting a hit.
"I wouldn't go near that stuff if I were you." Rhys mumbled in my ear. I had no intention of doing so, but I suppose my stare matched everyone elses.
"You don't do that?" I asked. I assumed he did it all. It was his place afterall.
"Nah, I just sell it. Seen a few ODs and it just isn't for me. You see a lot of ups and downs in a scene like this." He told me while everyone else chatted with deaf ears.
"Oh.." I wasn't sure how I felt about that. A dealer.. I suddenly felt a lot less safe.
"Yeah. I recommend the coke though. Best shit around right here." He said a bit louder and got a few hoots and hollars from around the room. The large pixie haired woman set up some lines over the table and one by one they drew it through their noses. The straw was at my hand and I stared at the last thick line of the drug. I was VERY unsure about this.
"It won't kill ya." A tiny blonde chimed in with a smile. Her pupils had already began dialating. I shouldn't and I otherwise wouldn't, but then I remember what got me there in the first place. What my future was and how I really didn't have much longer to live it up. I leaned down and snorted up the line that they had laid out for me. My nose scrunched deeply as the powder burned through to my sinuses. I sniffed a couple more times to get the feeling of dust from my nose. How did people do this all the time? It burned my nostril and felt like it went all the way to my brain.
"It fucking burns." I couldn't stop sniffling and the room laughed.
"It'll go away in a second. You have to let it sink in." Rhys said, his head falling back before shaking his head in a shiver. People were starting to get up and move around me. Dancing and laughing and I didn't even know where a good portion of them went. Rhys sat by my side. I felt like I was going to throw up. I covered my mouth and closed my eyes. The music was too loud and I could feel the people moving around me.
In just a moment it went from annoying to desirable. I ran my fingers back through my hair and opened my eyes again. Everyone was dancing around and I wanted to be dancing too. I wanted to not be sitting anymore.
I didn't know who was bringing me to a stand, but I was glad to have the hands wrapping around me and moving my body for me when it felt like I was out of control of it.
"Feel it now?" Rhys asked as he swayed our bodies around the room.
"Yeah!" I shouted over the music.
There was an idiotic grin plastered on my face as the people rushed around me. I moved from person to person in fluid moments dancing with people I had been introduced to and some that arrived while I was dancing. Before I knew it I was in Ben's arms moving my body against him happily. I was so happy. Felt so alive. His hand grabbed a cheek of my ass and I giggled. His mouth was at the nape of my neck, kissing it and sending shivers down my spine.
"How does it feel now? Close your eyes and see. You can feel now.." The music fit perfectly with the way I was feeling. Upbeat, danceable, and extremely high enhancing. It got quieter as Ben and I danced and I realized we weren't in the living room anymore. He pushed me onto the small spring mattress in the clothes littered room. The window was thinly covered by taped newspapers and it made me laugh to know that people actually did that outside of the movies.
"What's so funny?" Ben smiled as he crawled on top of my body that shook with laughs. His hand ran through the strands of my hair that had landed on my face.
"The window is covered like in the movies." My laugh turned to nothing more than a large smile. He grunted a laugh and hovered over me with a smirk. The hazel in his eyes could barely be seen behind the enlarged pupil I noticed. We stared at each other for a moment before his lips crashed hard against mine which molded right back onto his. I pulled him closer to me as our lips moved together. I parted mine slightly and he took full advantage of the opportunity. His breath smelled of pot, but I hardly noticed over the adrenaline that ran through my veins.
His hand roughly gripped my hair and pulled my head sideways before starting a trail of sloppy kisses down to my neck. I moaned softly as his lips nipped at my collarbone and trailed further down to my shirt. I arched my back so the material could be thrown to blend in with the other clothes around the bed. He didn't bother trying to take the bra off, he just pulled it down to reveal my breasts. His lips surrounded the little pink nipple and a loud moan escaped my lips. His hand relaxed from my hair and kneaded the other breast.
"Ben" I whined his name. There was one thing I desired in that moment and I felt like if I didn't get it I would never be satisfied. My hands moved to his shorts and lid them down to my best ability as his fingers fondled at the buttons of my jeans. His need, if not greater than, was at the same hectic level as mine was. His fingers slid through the hem of my pants and underwear and slid them down over my bottom quickly.
"Get them off." He demanded as he shakily brought down his own shorts and boxers. I pushed the pants down as far as I could with his ready body towering over me impatiently. I clasped the skinny legs of the jeans between my toes and pulled them the rest of the way off. He grabbed the thin material of panties that I had still on my legs and ripped them from my body for being the inconvenience they were.
He gave no warning before pushing himself into me with a grunt. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into the skin. The movement between us feeling like it never had before. Was it the chemistry of our bodies or the drugs? I couldn't pinpoint it.
He roughly thrusted into my body, his hands going from my breasts to my hair and back violently as he did. He had no interest in what I liked or what felt good, but with the euphoric feeling that ran through me made every part of him feel good. I lifted my hips to meet his and he leaned up. His dirty fingers gripped my hips tightly as he fucked me. I didn't even notice my own cries of pleasure until he commanded me to shut up.
"Fuck off." I shot back at him. The movement in his hips stopped and he leaned closer to me before his hand came crashing against my cheek filling the room with a different kind of slap. Somewhere in my mind I knew that was wrong, that he shouldn't have done that, but the only thing on my mind was sex and he was giving me just that. Who was I to complain?
I raised myself to him, lips pressing to his lips in an unspoken apology and he began pumping himself into me again, my moans being caught by his mouth now rather than letting the party know of our activities.
His pace quickened and his breathing hitched slightly and before I put together the signs, he came. He collapsed next to my unsatisfied body lazily with a idiotic grin on his face. His hand tapped my face gently twice.
"Thanks." He chimed. He looked around the room and reached over the bed to bring up a pair of shorts to pull over his naked lower half. I worked my bra back over my breasts and grabbed my jeans from the floor with a sigh. My amount of dissatisfaction was through the roof. I slid the pants over my bottom and sighed at the uncomfortability that came with having no underwear on. They were unsalvageable though. It took me a minute to find my shirt in the floor of clothes, but finally the white v neck came into my sights and I pulled it over my head.
It was weird to walk back into the populated room and get the groove back. Instead of focusing on wanting sex I was satisfied with dancing again. I went around, focusing on being with women more. I was becoming aware of what I did being wrong and I didn't like that. Every time I was passed to a boy I got extremely cautious about where we were going and how they were dancing with me until I was in the arms of another.
I couldn't tell how long I danced. Alone and with partners. They all went back to take another line now and then, but I didn't feel any less than when I started. The whole house was filled with people now and I was pretty sure that at least 90 percent of them were high on something or other while the other ten percent were getting drunk.
A larger pair of arms wrapped around my waist and sniffed deeply at my neck as I danced in the loop of their arms. "Havin' fun Darlin'?"
It took me a moment to realize what I just heard. I stopped dancing and turned to see no other than Avery's face coming close to mine, giving me a good look at his deep, glowing blue eyes that held more anger than I had seen in a man before. I had been having fun, but suddenly I was worried about every man and woman in the room because the look he gave me told me that he was going to slaughter the whole lot.