Chapter Sixty-Seven

John pushed the door open, squinting at the lights that seemed to fly around his head.

Sam raised his hand as John walked in, noticing that something was off with him. "Bender!" He shouted as John started to stumble over his own feet. "John!" He rushed to his friend's side, forcing John to sit down before he hurt himself. "What the fuck, man?" He looked into John's eyes, noticing that the pupils were dilated to the point where his brown eyes were almost completely black. "How did you get high?" He asked, taking the water bottle from his hand and opening it. He took a sniff of the liquid, puzzled that there was no scent to mention. He tipped the bottle to his lips spitting the water out when he tasted the salty flavor of Rohypnol. "John!" He looked up at his friend, noticing that he seemed to have a slight green tint to his skin. "Oh fuck." He grabbed a bucket of scrap, dumping the metal onto the concrete and shoving it under John's face as he vomited. "Fucking hell, Johnny." He tried to hide John from the prying eyes of the other students. "How did this happen?" He asked, not noticing the girl sneaking up on them.

John heaved again, emptying the last of his breakfast into the bucket. "I wanna have sex with Claire." He slurred, looking up at the light swimming before Sam's face. "Like right now."

Sam shook his head, walking over to the coffee pot that Mister Peterson had in the corner. "I gotta get you sobered up." He filled a Styrofoam cup with steaming hot coffee turning back to where John had been only a moment earlier. "John?"

Jessica pushed John against the stall in the girl's bathroom, pressing her lips against his as she unbuttoned his jeans. "John…" She breathed, lifting his hands to squeeze her breasts and guiding his fingers into her bra.

John moaned as her fingers brushed over his length, slowly lowering himself to the floor. "Oh yeah…"

She smiled, pulling his jeans down around his ankles. "You like that?" She asked, pulling her skirt up and dropping her panties to the ground as she slipped her fingers into John's boxers to get him ready for her.

John moaned louder, his eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure. "Fuck…" He breathed, feeling her start to pull his boxers down. "Yes…"

Jessica jumped as the door was shoved open, her scream being cut off by a pair of well-manicured hands around her throat.

Claire growled, pushing Jessica up against the wall as Allison and Kaylie struggled to get John's pants and boxers back up. "What the fuck are you doing with him?" She asked, digging her nails into the base of her throat.

Jessica smiled, lifting her hand to show the creamy fluid on her hand. "Getting what's mine." She screamed as Claire tightened to grip, pushing her hand against Claire's face to try and get away from her. "Get off me you bitch!" She shrieked, holding her clean hand to her neck as she regained her breath.

Claire wiped John's fluids off of her face, listening as Kaylie struggled to lift John's lanky body up so that they could get his pants buttoned. "You're a slut!" She shouted, glancing over her shoulder at John's half naked form as Allison tried to secure his jeans on his skinny hips. "If you ever touch him again, I will kill you." She growled, taking John's limp form from Kaylie after Allison had finished zipping and buttoning him up. She felt John's heart start beating funny, feeling it pump his blood in an odd rhythm. "John?" She lifted his chin, trying to get him to look at her. "John?" She looked at Kaylie, knowing that she would be their best hope before the ambulance could get to the school. "He's overdosing." She stated, her heart dropping into her toes with the words.

To be continued…