She was drunk. I mean, really drunk. And coked up like crazy.

I mean, I was drunk too, but I was used to being drunk. I was used to being coked up, fucked up, living a perpetual out of body experience. It was bewildering to watch it happen to Emma. I'd always thought of her, whenever I did bother to think about her, as a good girl. Good girl, good grades, good reputation. That night in the ravine, you would have sworn she was as raging of a party girl as Amy.

Emma was broken. I could feel it in her. I could feel the dead weight of her skin as she leaned her drunk body on mine. I watched her fearlessly suck a bump of coke into her nose. I knew that she had abandoned herself. She walked away, the same way I had walked away weeks before. I knew that she was gone. That we were gone.

Her body was limp and her pussy was tight as we fucked in the back of the van. If she was a virgin, it hardly showed. Her eyes were dead. Fearless. Our hearts racing, veins pumping cocaine. I hadn't expected to sleep with her. I wasn't trying to take advantage of her. But she was drunk. I mean, really drunk. And she dove right in like it was the most natural thing in the world to her. The same way she had pressed the paper tube to the glass and inhaled, there was never a moment of hesitation on her face.

The girl was Thelma and Louise. She kept her foot on the gas pedal. I should have recognized that she was lost, and that someone should have put up red flags. Maybe what happened to Emma is my fault. But you see, I was lost too. If we were both headed towards the same cliff, why not go together?

"Are you going to be in trouble?" I asked her as I walked her home. We hadn't slept. We couldn't sleep. We toiled in the ravine for hours and hours while Emma rambled and I pretended to listen. We were strung out now, lost and dazed. The sky was fluorescent purple as the sun slowly inched its way towards the horizon.

Emma only shrugged in response. She rubbed her nostrils. Her eyes were hazy pink. "Don't know," she answered. The ebbing joy in her voice told me she was coming down from the cocaine, thus sobering up and leaning on the cusp of a hangover. "They probably won't even notice."

I felt awkward as she pried open the window to crawl into her basement. Was I supposed to kiss her? Get her number? Say goodbye? I hadn't expected my night to end at dawn, at Emma Nelson's house.

But she spared me that decision as she simply slipped through the window without saying a word.

....

After that night, she came to see me every day at the Dot. Not that she hadn't been there almost every day before, but now it was different. Now I had seen her naked. Now I had done drugs with her. Now we had a secret.

She flirted with me while I worked. I could feel the accusing glares of Degrassi students when they watched us. They clicked their tongues and shook their heads, eyeing Emma like she was a traitor. She would stroke my hand, and they winced, shocked that she would dare to touch the untouchable.

I think she liked the way they stared.

It was soon three weeks since that first day she'd approached me in the alley. I was on break again, on the back steps again, drinking whiskey again. And then there she was again. Creeping down the alley, sullen eyes, tiny apple tits strategically gleaming from her low-cut shirt.

She took the flask from my hands and chugged. She threw it to the ground and started making out with me. I hardly know what to do or say as she yanked on my belt, pulled down my pants and boxers, and rubbed my dick teasingly with her soft hands until I was hard.

"Whoa," I said as I gasped for air between her passionate kisses. "You want to do this now?"

She said nothing as she dropped her pink cotton underwear. It dangled awkwardly around her ankles. "Pick me up," she instructed, lifting herself onto me and wrapping her legs around my waist.

I was trembling with intimidation. I told her I didn't have a condom. She said she didn't care.

My erection was stone-rigid as I slid myself inside her, inside wet warm sensual heaven. My blood pumping through the nerves in my dick was electric. She was light as shit, but it still wasn't easy, trying to balance her and fuck her standing up. It was lightyears beyond my realm of sexual experience.

I slammed her back against the cold metal dumpster and propped her head against it. She let out a strained moan and as I pulsed inside her. I was so stunned and aroused it didn't even take three minutes before I came.

Panting, she clutched my head in her hands, kissing me. There was sweat on her face. "We should… get more… of that stuff sometime," she said breathily, in between small kisses. "Wasn't that so fun? When we did it on that stuff?"

"What? Coke?"

I freed myself slowly from her embrace, placing her gently back on her feet. I pulled my pants back up and used my apron to try and wipe some of the cum off her skirt.

She nodded. "I liked it a lot."

"Um, sure," I answered, still dazed by how hot it was to be ambushed like that. "I mean we can try. It's not always easy to find. And it's kind of expensive."

"Well… I'd like it."

She kissed me on the cheek. As she walked away, I pulled out my cell phone and immediately texted Jay. If just thinking about coke got her excited enough to fuck me in an alleyway, I certainly couldn't disappoint the girl.