There have been sooooooo many reviews for the next chapter. And sorry I haven't been posting new chapters, I just don't know how to approach it to make it not suck!

Warning- This chapter contains... stuff. I can't tell you because it will TOTALLY ruin the rest of the story. So there.

Candace giggles as she leans against the wide open doors of the shuttle bus. "I..." she hiccups, "am soooo wasted." she swings an arm into the air for emphasis and begins stumbling to the back of the bus where Troy is sitting. "Why're you all the way back here by yourself, little fucker?" she cracks up and slumps next to him.

Troy feels really uneasy. Greg had offered him his first shot of hard liquor ever and had told him to drown his sorrows. Seven tiny shots later, Troy sits alone on the bus while everyone else is still inside the bar, having a really wild time. What Troy finds really unbelievable is that all the chaperones were as wasted as Candace, or worse.

"You're tipsy, aren't you?" Candace giggles, moving closer to Troy as he holds his head, trying to stop the spinning. "Oh, God, Troy. You're such a good boy. Who'd ever thought that you would ever have a good time?"

Troy is taken aback by Candace's statement, but he's really focused on not vomiting on Candace's uniform. I know that he doesn't consider this a good time. He had knocked back the first shot of liquor as if to say, this one's for you, Dad. For putting me on the bench. And the second he felt himself relax, his inhibitions melted away, and more shots came his way.

"I'll show you a good time." Candace grins, crawling even closer to Troy. Troy lifts his head from his hands, welcoming Candace's move. I silently plead to Troy to not listen to the brain in his pants. (Ha! You rock, xo. Broken Promises!)

But for some strange reason, I can't blame Troy. He's been on a college campus for weeks with the rest of the high school team, far away from the rest of his student body where everyone worships him. He's needy. He nods dumbly as Candace wraps both of her arms around his neck and slides into his lap. She grins as her lips press to his, leaving the taste of liquor on his mouth.

I really wish Troy would close his eyes. Or that I could black out or something... anything.

One kiss and Troy's already gasping for breath. Wanting more, needing more. Candace bites her bottom lip before tracing a line down the middle of Troy's chest with one finger. For a drunk cheerleader, Candace seems amazingly aware of what she's doing. A typical slut at work.

Troy suddenly lets his worries fly out the steamed over bus window. He forgets about Greg ready to kill him, and his dad's disapproval, and the pressure of being the team leader. And for once, he gets what he wants. And I can't believe he's actually thinking this... but what he wants... is Candace.

Troy finds himself with his hands fumbling with the waistband of the royal blue bloomers under Candace's cheerleading skirt. She sucks in a surprised gasp, then exhales, sending a thick gust of alchol scent in Troy's direction. Troy finds this strangely attractive and the cotton of Candace's bloomers scrapes across the skin of her legs as Troy pulls them down.

Candace clutches to Troy tighter as her bloomers are finally kicked off. Troy feels himself drain like a faucet, all of his heat flowing right into his pants. I really wish that he would pass out already, because the intense passion between them continues to grow.

The first kiss placed on Candace's neck brings a buzz to Troy's ears. This is for you, Greg. For hacking a loogie on me, he thinks. A free hand finds its way to the hem of Candace's skirt, pushing past it. For messing with me while I play the game I love.

"Troy..." Candace finally moans. A curious index finger and middle finger run across her wet slit. He looks up to her once more. Her eyes screwed tightly shut.

And for making me seem small to my team. He snaps his eyes shut finally, as his two fingers probe her inevitable walls. Candace lets out a moan that can rattle the bus windows as Troy nudges his two fingers totake a few more centimeters into her before twisting his fingers to the right.

I truly can't stand this anymore. Why I am suddenly seeing Troy's thoughts... I have no idea. But seeing the person I have suddenly fallen in love with ready to have sex with another girl is just cruel punishment. And the only way I can openly cry about this is if Troy does. But he seems far from that.

"Troy!" Candace cries, squirming in his lap. Troy feels the petite girl in his lap pulse excitedly around his two fingers. He quickly pulls his fingers out of her before cautiously pushing them back in. Candace grabs two handfuls of Troy's red polo to keep herself from exploding. "Keep going..." she whispers.

And suddenly, things are put into perspective for Troy. He suddenly realizes that Candace is used to getting what she wanted. And this time, it was Troy. Yes, to the girl sitting in his lap, Troy was just another boy toy for her. Another guy that'll do anything to jump in the sack with her after being intoxicated. He freezes, his hand still buried in her warmth.

Candace makes a retching sound that comes from deep within her throat before Troy's hand is suddenly spilling over with her release. "Oh, mygod." she gasps, breathing heavily. She dips her head and attempts to catch her breath.

Troy is still frozen on the spot, not believing that she had actually gotten away with using him like that. Candace opens her bloodshot eyes and grins. "Why'd you stop?" she gurgles. Troy tenses up under the touch of Candace's lips to his earlobe.

"Oh, man, way to go, Troy!" Troy snaps his head up to see Chad and Jason at the front of the bus.

Wow! That didn't suck one bit! Well... at least I don't think so. PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! And vote!