Chapter Seventy-Two
John looked up at the school, knowing that he'd be getting a lot of shit for the latest drugging. He looked over at Claire as she laced her fingers with his, smiling as he leaned over to kiss her head. "I'm okay." He whispered as they started for the school.
She nodded, glaring as she noticed Jessica watching them. She stopped John mid step, placing her hand on the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss her. She let him stick his tongue into her mouth, moaning as he pushed on a particularly nice spot.
He retracted his tongue, nipping at her lips with his teeth. "What was that for?" He asked, still not noticing Jessica staring at them.
Claire led him inside, only stopping when they reached their lockers. "To make sure everyone knows that you're mine." She smiled, watching as he opened his locker and pulled out a paper bag that hadn't been there a few days ago. "What's that?" She asked, watching as John stuck his nose into the bag.
He jerked back at the familiar smell, reaching inside and pulling out a few joints of marijuana. "Dope." He stated, tossing the bag into the trash. "Fucking dope."
She watched as his muscles tightened with what she knew was anger. "At least it's not the worst of what you did."
John shook his head, pulling the rest of his stuff out of his locker to make sure there weren't any other surprises. "It'll still get you high." He stated, picking up a little kid play syringe with the word 'meth' written on it. "It's not as fun as the other shit, but it'll still fuck you up." He tossed the toy into the trash, pulling out an empty beer bottle.
Claire watched as he tossed the bottle into the trash, wishing she could have kept a better eye on his locker. "It just made me hungry." She stated, remembering the one joint she'd smoked in detention.
John nodded, pulling a sharpie marker from his locker and stuffing the rest of his things inside. He slammed the door, pulling one of his shoelaces out of his converse and making a noose before opening the door again and hanging it over the door so that the knot was visible to all. "That's the munchies. I used to smoke a big fatty before I had to eat whatever shit I found in the trash just to try and make myself hungry enough to actually eat it." He shut the door again, taking the marker to the metal and writing 'open this locker and you DIE' in big black lettering.
Claire shook her head at his actions, watching as he made sure the miniature noose was a good deterrent. "Does that actually work?"
He looked up at her, drawing a stick figure with crossed out eyes. "What? Rolling a fatty, or this?"
She pointed to his sharpie work. "That."
He nodded, standing to admire his work. "It's better if you have a guillotine fall every time you open it." He stated, picking up his backpack as the bell rang. "but the noose did the trick for the first couple weeks before I made the blade."
Claire rolled her eyes, walking with him to his Spanish class. "I can't believe you." She chuckled, letting him give her a kiss before she had to be off to her first class of the day. "Stay out of trouble." She smiled, rubbing her hand over his bare arm.
He smirked, tracing his thumb over her freckled cheeks. "I'll try."