Title: And I Fell… (Part 6 - "I Don't Like the Drugs, But the Drugs Like Me")
Author: Wari
E-mail: fa_chan@yahoo.com
Rating/Genre: R for bad language, drug use, and slash/ Absolutely AU…really, I mean it
Archive?: Sure, just ask for my permission.
Feedback: I crave your comments so bring them on!
Comments: Wow, I wrote a drug chapter (and a pretty short one, at that). Now, onto gun violence, sexual situations, and all that fun stuff…
Note: 'Bash' in this context is slang for 'marijuana.' And as for the other terms, trust me -- they're all very, very bad drugs. (go to or for more information)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Mighty Ducks characters. Disney does. :P
--------------------
"Hey, gimme a hit, Portman."
A lit joint passed from one hand to another.
"All right, man, but just one. We can't smoke all of the Mr. B's dope."
A curt nod was followed by a deep drag. Fulton's lungs filled with soothing smoke as he inhaled. He loved getting high, especially when he didn't have to pay for it. Besides the free samples, he and Portman also received good pay, which was definitely another perk of working for higher ups. All in all, life was good.
"Shit, that really hit the spot," he breathed, a slow smile spreading across his face as a stream of blue-gray smoke escaped past his lips. His companion let out a low chuckle.
"You finished or what? It's time we get to selling, dude." Portman plucked the burned-out joint from Fulton's fingers and tossed it away.
"Hey! I was still smoking that, asshole," Fulton protested and got up, dusting off his trousers. He shot Portman, the taller of the two, a nasty look. The other just grinned evilly.
"Quit whining, pothead, and come on. We got an appointment with Jesse."
Fulton raised a questioning brow. "Hall? He's buying? Since when?"
"Since today. Now, let's get goin'! I heard he's got a lot of dough on him," Portman cackled and took off in the vicinity of the cafeteria with Fulton eventually falling into step beside him.
------------------
Adam Banks.
Charlie thumbed through the notebook casually. He paid no interest to his friends' horseplay at their lunch table. The name rolled off his tongue in a silent whisper.
"Adam Banks."
The look of humiliation and fright on the blonde's face flashed before his eyes, making him feel ever more curious.
It had to be him, right? Adam Banks? This notebook was his then?
He looked up from the pages, his thinking disturbed, as Jesse sat down across from him.
"Hey, man, whatcha got there?" Jesse asked, peering at the notebook in Charlie's hands.
"Nothing important," he replied nonchalantly, automatically closing the book and shoving it into his backpack. Jesse shrugged and leaned back on the bench. Charlie propped his elbows on the table and stared blankly at Jesse's back.
"So who are we meeting?" he asked suddenly.
Jesse turned towards Charlie, but looked right past him. Instead, he seemed to be nodding to someone behind the brown-haired boy. Charlie looked over his shoulder and spied two tall figures heading to their table.
He immediately recognized them as Dean Portman and Fulton Reed. The 'Bash Brothers.'
Turning to face Jesse, Charlie fixed him with a level glare.
"Jesse, they're the 'people' that you were talking about?" he asked.
Jesse looked guiltily to Charlie, but nevertheless, he tried to reassure his best friend with a plausible explanation.
"Charlie, be cool, man. They're ok. Besides, I'm just gonna conduct a little…business with them. That's all."
At that moment, Portman and Fulton had reached their table. Jesse stood up to welcome the pair while Charlie remained sitting, quietly observing the exchange.
"Yo, fellas, glad you got my message," Jesse said, looking from Portman to Fulton. Neither spoke to the boy before acknowledging Charlie's presence and waiting for his approval to stay. Finally, the King offered them a seat.
"So, Hall, how much of the stuff does your boss want?" Portman asked, gesturing across the table to Charlie, who stared back with an unreadable expression. Jesse anxiously glanced at Charlie then leaned in close to Portman, whispering conspiringly.
"Well, I'm not exactly acting under his orders, but I am interested in your merchandise, if you know what I mean..."
"Oh…" Portman grinned, comprehending what Jesse was saying. "Ok, dude, but if you're gonna buy, then we'll need to get out of the open. Too risky, man."
Fulton nodded, joining the conversation at last. "Yeah, you never know who's watching. Even now," he said matter-of-factly and casted a suspicious glance at the other students and some of the faculty around them.
Jesse pursed his lips together, letting the bit of info sink in.
"Ok, then," he concluded, standing up. "We'll do business in the North Hall boys' room. Follow me, gentlemen." They got up to leave.
Jesse laid a hand on Charlie's shoulder. "I'll explain more later, Spaz man. Be back in a few minutes."
Charlie grunted a response and watched the three walked away. To be honest, he wasn't too thrilled that Jesse had gotten into drugs, but it wasn't really of his business. Jesse was a big boy. He could handle himself. Reaching for his backpack, Charlie pulled out the notebook again and stared.
Right now, THIS was his business. And it was a very intriguing business at that.
---------------------
"Adam, will you stop moving around?" Julie asked, exasperated. She had wet toilet paper in her hands and was trying to wipe Adam's face. To no avail, he continued squirming.
"I can't help it, Jules. I mean, what if someone comes in and sees you in here with me?" he whined while combing out his hair into a neat part and trying to dodge the wad of toilet paper threatening to poke out his eye. "It would look kinda wrong," he trailed off and made a face.
Julie smacked him none too lightly on the head, messing up his hair again.
"You dork! It's not my fault that you TOTALLY refused to step foot in the girls' bathroom. Besides, do you realize how much this place reeks of piss? You could at least cooperate when I'm trying to help you out by enduring the stench!" She punched him on the arm to emphasize her point.
"Ow! Ok, ok, I'm sorry," he apologized, rubbing his sore arm. For a girl, Julie sure hit hard. He concluded that it must have been from all that field hockey she played back in the day.
"Alright, that's better, whiner-boy. Now let's hurry and clean you up before someone DOES comes in and --"
They heard voices approaching from the other side of the door.
Julie and Adam stared wide-eyed at one another.
"Shit!" Adam hissed. And without any further thought, he panicked, shoved Julie into the stall farthest away from the entrance, and closed the door after them, securely locking it.
"Adam!" she whispered hotly. "What are you doing?!" she demanded after getting over the initial shock of being hoarded so quickly into the stall.
Adam clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Shhh! Shut up and step on the toilet!" he whispered back as he heard the voices grow louder. Julie glared at him but did as she was told. As soon as they both were perched precariously on the toilet seat, Adam let his hand drop from her mouth.
--------------
"Ok, Hall, you sure no one else is here?" Fulton asked, still looking suspiciously at their surroundings.
"Positive, man. Relax. This is the Flying 'V's turf. Everyone knows that," Jesse replied proudly and hopped up to sit on a sink.
"Whatever you say then," Portman said with a shrug. "Fulton, the goods, if you please," he requested and motioned for Fulton to hand him a bag they'd brought along on all of their deals.
"Here, dude."
Portman accepted the bag then opened it up, showing Jesse their merchandise.
"The best of Mr. B's dope, man. All in here."
Jesse smiled, curious. "Oh, really? Who's this 'Mr. B', eh?"
"Nuh uh, no can do, bro. Mr. B prefers to remain confidential, if you know what I mean. Besides, you know how these things are," Portman explained with a careless wave of his hand.
Jesse nodded. "Ok, I respect that. So anyway, whatcha got in here?"
It was Portman's turn to smile.
"All the shit that you could ever want, man -- just name it. We got 3750s, Crystal meth, Aces, Pot, Mushrooms, Blunts, Angel Dust, Speed, Chalk, Acid tabs, Cocktails, X, and more. You want it, we got it. A huge selection guaranteed to satisfy even the most demanding of all stars, my man."
Behind Portman, Fulton smirked. It never failed to amuse him how Portman enjoyed spouting the same old lines to every new buyer. Compared to his pick-up lines, however, these never got tiring.
Meanwhile, Jesse blinked, looking impressed yet slightly confused. He gave the array of drugs a wary glance. There were so many colors, shapes, and forms. Jesse felt his head spin. He finally settled on something he could rely on -- a couple of good old-fashioned blunts.
Portman grinned and accepted the proffered bills from the other's hand.
"Can I interest you in our dime bags? Got some good stuff in there," he said, trying to further entice Jesse, who shook his head.
"Nah, man, not now. Maybe later."
"Alright, dude. If you want more, you know where to find us. Peace easy. Fulton, let's roll." Portman snatched the bag up and jerked his head towards the door.
Jesse stood, staring at the blunts in his hand as Portman left. Fulton turned around and caught his eye before flashing an irritating grin.
"I hope you know what to do with those, Baby Blazer, or else you just wasted some cash. Hahahaha!"
And with that, he strutted out after Portman.
"Fucker…" Jesse muttered and pocketed his blunts. He hoped Charlie wouldn't be too pissed about not being informed about the dealing. But if he was, then Jesse had a nice little blunt with Charlie's name on it. He laughed to himself, thinking of the tired phrase "Sharing is caring."
Jesse was about to leave and go back to the cafeteria when he heard hushed whispers coming from the far side of the bathroom. Slowly, he trod over to the last stall and placed his hand on the handle, jiggling it.
It was stuck.
He yanked it harder, but it wouldn't budge.
"What the hell is this?"
He was about to give it another go, when all of a sudden, the door swung open with such a force that it knocked him over onto the dirty bathroom tiles.
"Run!!"
Jesse cursed and rubbed his head, trying to recover from the fall he had taken. He caught a glimpse of two people -- a boy and a girl -- dashing out the door and realized that he recognized the boy.
"Hey! Come back here!"
He heaved himself from the floor and ran to the doorway, only to come face to face with a deserted hallway.
Jesse let out a growl and slammed his fist into the closest locker he found.
It was too late. They were long gone.
---------------
Author: Wari
E-mail: fa_chan@yahoo.com
Rating/Genre: R for bad language, drug use, and slash/ Absolutely AU…really, I mean it
Archive?: Sure, just ask for my permission.
Feedback: I crave your comments so bring them on!
Comments: Wow, I wrote a drug chapter (and a pretty short one, at that). Now, onto gun violence, sexual situations, and all that fun stuff…
Note: 'Bash' in this context is slang for 'marijuana.' And as for the other terms, trust me -- they're all very, very bad drugs. (go to or for more information)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Mighty Ducks characters. Disney does. :P
--------------------
"Hey, gimme a hit, Portman."
A lit joint passed from one hand to another.
"All right, man, but just one. We can't smoke all of the Mr. B's dope."
A curt nod was followed by a deep drag. Fulton's lungs filled with soothing smoke as he inhaled. He loved getting high, especially when he didn't have to pay for it. Besides the free samples, he and Portman also received good pay, which was definitely another perk of working for higher ups. All in all, life was good.
"Shit, that really hit the spot," he breathed, a slow smile spreading across his face as a stream of blue-gray smoke escaped past his lips. His companion let out a low chuckle.
"You finished or what? It's time we get to selling, dude." Portman plucked the burned-out joint from Fulton's fingers and tossed it away.
"Hey! I was still smoking that, asshole," Fulton protested and got up, dusting off his trousers. He shot Portman, the taller of the two, a nasty look. The other just grinned evilly.
"Quit whining, pothead, and come on. We got an appointment with Jesse."
Fulton raised a questioning brow. "Hall? He's buying? Since when?"
"Since today. Now, let's get goin'! I heard he's got a lot of dough on him," Portman cackled and took off in the vicinity of the cafeteria with Fulton eventually falling into step beside him.
------------------
Adam Banks.
Charlie thumbed through the notebook casually. He paid no interest to his friends' horseplay at their lunch table. The name rolled off his tongue in a silent whisper.
"Adam Banks."
The look of humiliation and fright on the blonde's face flashed before his eyes, making him feel ever more curious.
It had to be him, right? Adam Banks? This notebook was his then?
He looked up from the pages, his thinking disturbed, as Jesse sat down across from him.
"Hey, man, whatcha got there?" Jesse asked, peering at the notebook in Charlie's hands.
"Nothing important," he replied nonchalantly, automatically closing the book and shoving it into his backpack. Jesse shrugged and leaned back on the bench. Charlie propped his elbows on the table and stared blankly at Jesse's back.
"So who are we meeting?" he asked suddenly.
Jesse turned towards Charlie, but looked right past him. Instead, he seemed to be nodding to someone behind the brown-haired boy. Charlie looked over his shoulder and spied two tall figures heading to their table.
He immediately recognized them as Dean Portman and Fulton Reed. The 'Bash Brothers.'
Turning to face Jesse, Charlie fixed him with a level glare.
"Jesse, they're the 'people' that you were talking about?" he asked.
Jesse looked guiltily to Charlie, but nevertheless, he tried to reassure his best friend with a plausible explanation.
"Charlie, be cool, man. They're ok. Besides, I'm just gonna conduct a little…business with them. That's all."
At that moment, Portman and Fulton had reached their table. Jesse stood up to welcome the pair while Charlie remained sitting, quietly observing the exchange.
"Yo, fellas, glad you got my message," Jesse said, looking from Portman to Fulton. Neither spoke to the boy before acknowledging Charlie's presence and waiting for his approval to stay. Finally, the King offered them a seat.
"So, Hall, how much of the stuff does your boss want?" Portman asked, gesturing across the table to Charlie, who stared back with an unreadable expression. Jesse anxiously glanced at Charlie then leaned in close to Portman, whispering conspiringly.
"Well, I'm not exactly acting under his orders, but I am interested in your merchandise, if you know what I mean..."
"Oh…" Portman grinned, comprehending what Jesse was saying. "Ok, dude, but if you're gonna buy, then we'll need to get out of the open. Too risky, man."
Fulton nodded, joining the conversation at last. "Yeah, you never know who's watching. Even now," he said matter-of-factly and casted a suspicious glance at the other students and some of the faculty around them.
Jesse pursed his lips together, letting the bit of info sink in.
"Ok, then," he concluded, standing up. "We'll do business in the North Hall boys' room. Follow me, gentlemen." They got up to leave.
Jesse laid a hand on Charlie's shoulder. "I'll explain more later, Spaz man. Be back in a few minutes."
Charlie grunted a response and watched the three walked away. To be honest, he wasn't too thrilled that Jesse had gotten into drugs, but it wasn't really of his business. Jesse was a big boy. He could handle himself. Reaching for his backpack, Charlie pulled out the notebook again and stared.
Right now, THIS was his business. And it was a very intriguing business at that.
---------------------
"Adam, will you stop moving around?" Julie asked, exasperated. She had wet toilet paper in her hands and was trying to wipe Adam's face. To no avail, he continued squirming.
"I can't help it, Jules. I mean, what if someone comes in and sees you in here with me?" he whined while combing out his hair into a neat part and trying to dodge the wad of toilet paper threatening to poke out his eye. "It would look kinda wrong," he trailed off and made a face.
Julie smacked him none too lightly on the head, messing up his hair again.
"You dork! It's not my fault that you TOTALLY refused to step foot in the girls' bathroom. Besides, do you realize how much this place reeks of piss? You could at least cooperate when I'm trying to help you out by enduring the stench!" She punched him on the arm to emphasize her point.
"Ow! Ok, ok, I'm sorry," he apologized, rubbing his sore arm. For a girl, Julie sure hit hard. He concluded that it must have been from all that field hockey she played back in the day.
"Alright, that's better, whiner-boy. Now let's hurry and clean you up before someone DOES comes in and --"
They heard voices approaching from the other side of the door.
Julie and Adam stared wide-eyed at one another.
"Shit!" Adam hissed. And without any further thought, he panicked, shoved Julie into the stall farthest away from the entrance, and closed the door after them, securely locking it.
"Adam!" she whispered hotly. "What are you doing?!" she demanded after getting over the initial shock of being hoarded so quickly into the stall.
Adam clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Shhh! Shut up and step on the toilet!" he whispered back as he heard the voices grow louder. Julie glared at him but did as she was told. As soon as they both were perched precariously on the toilet seat, Adam let his hand drop from her mouth.
--------------
"Ok, Hall, you sure no one else is here?" Fulton asked, still looking suspiciously at their surroundings.
"Positive, man. Relax. This is the Flying 'V's turf. Everyone knows that," Jesse replied proudly and hopped up to sit on a sink.
"Whatever you say then," Portman said with a shrug. "Fulton, the goods, if you please," he requested and motioned for Fulton to hand him a bag they'd brought along on all of their deals.
"Here, dude."
Portman accepted the bag then opened it up, showing Jesse their merchandise.
"The best of Mr. B's dope, man. All in here."
Jesse smiled, curious. "Oh, really? Who's this 'Mr. B', eh?"
"Nuh uh, no can do, bro. Mr. B prefers to remain confidential, if you know what I mean. Besides, you know how these things are," Portman explained with a careless wave of his hand.
Jesse nodded. "Ok, I respect that. So anyway, whatcha got in here?"
It was Portman's turn to smile.
"All the shit that you could ever want, man -- just name it. We got 3750s, Crystal meth, Aces, Pot, Mushrooms, Blunts, Angel Dust, Speed, Chalk, Acid tabs, Cocktails, X, and more. You want it, we got it. A huge selection guaranteed to satisfy even the most demanding of all stars, my man."
Behind Portman, Fulton smirked. It never failed to amuse him how Portman enjoyed spouting the same old lines to every new buyer. Compared to his pick-up lines, however, these never got tiring.
Meanwhile, Jesse blinked, looking impressed yet slightly confused. He gave the array of drugs a wary glance. There were so many colors, shapes, and forms. Jesse felt his head spin. He finally settled on something he could rely on -- a couple of good old-fashioned blunts.
Portman grinned and accepted the proffered bills from the other's hand.
"Can I interest you in our dime bags? Got some good stuff in there," he said, trying to further entice Jesse, who shook his head.
"Nah, man, not now. Maybe later."
"Alright, dude. If you want more, you know where to find us. Peace easy. Fulton, let's roll." Portman snatched the bag up and jerked his head towards the door.
Jesse stood, staring at the blunts in his hand as Portman left. Fulton turned around and caught his eye before flashing an irritating grin.
"I hope you know what to do with those, Baby Blazer, or else you just wasted some cash. Hahahaha!"
And with that, he strutted out after Portman.
"Fucker…" Jesse muttered and pocketed his blunts. He hoped Charlie wouldn't be too pissed about not being informed about the dealing. But if he was, then Jesse had a nice little blunt with Charlie's name on it. He laughed to himself, thinking of the tired phrase "Sharing is caring."
Jesse was about to leave and go back to the cafeteria when he heard hushed whispers coming from the far side of the bathroom. Slowly, he trod over to the last stall and placed his hand on the handle, jiggling it.
It was stuck.
He yanked it harder, but it wouldn't budge.
"What the hell is this?"
He was about to give it another go, when all of a sudden, the door swung open with such a force that it knocked him over onto the dirty bathroom tiles.
"Run!!"
Jesse cursed and rubbed his head, trying to recover from the fall he had taken. He caught a glimpse of two people -- a boy and a girl -- dashing out the door and realized that he recognized the boy.
"Hey! Come back here!"
He heaved himself from the floor and ran to the doorway, only to come face to face with a deserted hallway.
Jesse let out a growl and slammed his fist into the closest locker he found.
It was too late. They were long gone.
---------------
