Chapter 5

Love Drug

One moment she was feeling the most intense sensations of her life, and the next thing she knew, it was three in the morning, and it was time for her to go back to her hell hole. She'd sent a text to her dad that she was staying over at a friend's house before she left for the party. Not that she had any. Her old school didn't allow her to cultivate true friendships because of the lack of time and competitive environment. Her dad also never texted back, just like she expected. Most of the time, the teenage girl went unnoticed by her guardians, which she didn't mind in situations like today. However, it felt horrible not to be her parents' top priority most of the time.

"Goldsworthy residence," the tall lumberjack announced, putting the truck in park to allow Eli and Julia to get out.

"Hey—thanks for everything, Jake," Eli said, patting his friend's paint-covered arm from the passenger side. They had already dropped off Mo, so only the three of them remained in the car.

"Yeah, thanks, "Julia added, exiting the red truck.

"No problem. See you two at school," Jake replied with a knowing smirk that Julia tried to ignore.

The vehicle pulled away and left the two love birds alone on the sidewalk. At the end of the paint party, Eli asked if Julia wanted to stay over. She hoped that was a sign that he longed to be alone with her again as much as she did, so she eagerly answered yes.

"So my parents are probably both dead asleep right now. We can sneak upstairs and umm..." He didn't finish his sentence, stifling a cough with his hand in instead to cover his forwardness. He'd been looking towards being with Julia, recalling how passionate they were at the rave. Instead, he took hold of her pink-stained hand, led her up to his house, and pulled out his keys to get through the front door.

The raven-haired girl noticed the monstrous vintage hearse parked in the driveway. The first night they met, she found it weird, but now that she had had her second chance with Eli, she had to admit that the car was starting to grow on her.

Morty, I think, is its name…she thought.

The boy opened the door to his house, careful not to make any noise. He turned back to her and motioned to be as quiet as possible with his finger. She nodded curtly to signal she understood. It's not that Eli's parents would be overtly upset with him if he brought a girl back to his place; if anything, sometimes they encouraged it. However, maybe not under the influence of drugs or after the whole Cam situation. Those were two conversations he didn't want to get into with his parents at the moment.

Making their way inside was dark and hardly visible, so she was grateful when Eli used his phone to illuminate. Grabbing her hand again, they both carefully took light steps up the staircase to the second floor. Reaching the landing, the girl was grateful his room was the first door, and they didn't have to sneak any further. Ushering her in quickly, they both let out a sigh of relief when they closed the door to his bedroom, signaling they'd made it in without being caught.

Eli turned on a lamp on his desk to give them some visual aid. The dark-haired girl took in his room, darting her eyes to every inch of his space. She almost wanted to learn as much as possible about him by studying the four dark green walls that encompassed him daily. There was so much history and personality wherever she looked, from the posters to furniture, books, CD's, and trinkets.

"Nice room…." she whispered, in awe by his music collection alone.

"Sorry it's a bit messy, but I wasn't expecting company," he explained, taking his journal and self consciously shoving it away in his desk drawer. He scanned the room one more time for anything embarrassing and relaxed a little when he couldn't find anything. Julia's eyes were still curiously taking in his space. Taking long strides to be next to her again, Eli had to clear his throat to get her attention.

"So if you want, I can lend you some clothes—that is, if you want to get out of your clothes—not that you have to if you don't want to. And I can sleep on the floor—or we can sleep on opposite ends of the bed…" the awkward teen dragged on in a low whisper.

Julia didn't care for any of those options. The ecstasy had already reached its peak at the secret party, but it's not like it had left her system. She wasn't in the mood for sleep just yet.

"You're really cute when you're trying to be a gentleman," Julia finally spoke, "but I didn't come over for a sleepover—or at least not that kind of sleepover."

Eli couldn't help but smirk as Julia inched herself closer to him. Reaching out with her fingers, she leisurely walked them along his paint-splattered arm and up to his neck. He shuddered at her touch, making him gulp away some of his anxiousness. When she reached his face with her fingers, his eyes were dark and full of lust behind them. The switch in him was almost jarring. She placed her finger under his chin and drew his mouth down to hers. They started to kiss, Julia's stomach beginning to do somersaults from the distant familiarity. His lips were so soft she couldn't help taking them in her teeth to give them a slight tug.

He let out a hiss, causing Julia to break apart from him in fear that she hurt him.

"I-I'm sorry," she quickly apologized, "I didn't mean to."

The boy reached up to his lip with his finger, a smirk still plastered. "It's okay…," he reassured her. His voice had grown low and husky. "I liked it."

He grabbed Julia confidently by the back of her neck, closing the space between them again. Feverishly, their lips moved quicker, making Julia whimper in pleasure from the forcefulness. Never removing their lips from one another, Eli led her to his bed. They stumbled a little, but both teens made it, so they were sitting by the foot of it. Julia forced them to break apart, the dark-haired boy's eyes asserting that he wanted more.

"Fuck me again…please." Julia pleaded. Eli didn't know if it was her asking or how she asked, but it made his dick hard. He groaned aloud.

"We better be quiet then," he suggested, reminding himself that his parents were only down the hall. Pulling on the hem of his shirt, he ripped it off and tossed it on the floor. Julia stood up and removed her painted blush pink skirt, exposing the one-piece underneath. Working on her black leotard next, she freed her arms and slid the whole thing down her body. The lump of ruined fabric pooled around her feet that Julia then moved aside. She removed her ballet flats and leg warmers, ensuring the pill bag was in them.

The teen boy ogled at her naked lean body again with the dim lighting emanating from his desk. For the past week, he'd been lying awake late at night trying to recall her without any clothes. The way she looked, the way she felt, and the noises she made the night they met. But now she was in front of him, naked again. He didn't have to imagine anymore. She was one hundred percent real and, more importantly, touchable.

Julia's skin already longed for his touch, responding with hot flashes. The sensation of warmth came from her chest, spreading to her stomach and down to her inner thighs. She couldn't believe her body was reacting this way with only his stare. The petite girl made it so that she was now sitting on his lap, allowing him to wrap his arms around her tiny waist to pull her in closer. Both their lips found each other as Julia ran her fingers along the hem of his jeans. She felt he had a belt on and instead worked on getting it loose, the sound of clinking metal signaling she was on the right track. Picking up on her eagerness, Eli assisted her, unbuttoning his jeans and lowering the zipper on his pants. Breaking apart, the yearning boy removed the rest of his clothes that kept him from doing just that, tossing his jeans and boxers off. He didn't give her much time to think or do anything else, pushing her body down on his full-sized mattress.

"You're so beautiful," Eli uttered, climbing on top of her and trailing kisses from her breasts down to her navel. Taking his firm hands, he slid it behind her right knee, encouraging her to spread her legs wider. Julia could feel herself getting self-conscious, not feeling as fresh as she liked to after so much dancing and effects of ecstasy. But there wasn't anything she could do to remedy that at the moment. She pushed that from her mind, knowing what was coming next.

Placing himself right in front of Julia's pelvis, he trailed kisses from her knee and then down to her inner thigh. Each kiss got longer and wetter as he went on. When he reached his lips at her center, he noticed how moist she already was, working his tongue out to taste her. Julia couldn't help herself as she watched the boy in between her legs push his face against her vagina, licking and circling his tongue around her clitoris.

Good! He at least knows where it is, she thought. It's not like Julia had a large body count, but she was surprised at how many of the guys she'd been with didn't know much about it or even that a clit existed.

Eli continued to work his tongue and heard Julia gasp when he gently pushed his fingers inside her. He could feel her body shudder which gave him a boost of confidence that he was at least doing something right when using his mouth and fingers to pleasure the petite girl. Another wave of enthusiasm ran through him when his eyes saw her bring her hand down to her mouth to muffle a moan.

It wasn't that Julia hated when she got eaten out. It's just that when she reached that exquisite point of being pleasured that way, she much rather cum with a penis inside her. A finger and a tongue could never replace that for her. Julia let Eli continue a while longer, almost not able to bring herself to stop him. But just before it got to be too much, she mustered the courage and sat up. Reaching for his face with her hands to kiss him again, she tasted herself in the process.

Breaking apart, she asked, "Where are the condoms?" She longed for his penis inside her.

"Right—the bottom drawer of the nightstand," he instructed.

Julia found them swiftly, ripping one of the Trojan squares and handing it to her partner. She sat next to him, patiently waiting for him to roll it on. Once that task was done, she bit down on her lip, reigning in her restlessness to just mount him.

"How do you want to do this?" Eli asked with full restraint.

"I'll be on top today," recalling the fact that he got to be the dominating one last time. It was Julia's turn.

Laying down on the bed first, he guided her body on top of him. Grasping his cock with one hand, he helped her place herself right over his shaft. It took a bit of adjusting, but eventually, she got herself to slide down the length of him. Automatically, she let out a loud gasp as her vaginal walls stretched around him.

"Fuck…" Eli groaned, taking both hands so they were grasping onto her thighs. Julia focused on the wants of her body, rolling her hips feverishly once she got used to the sensation of having him inside her.

"Mmhmm—keep doing it just like that," he moaned, his response to her faster movement. "Fuck—yes."

The sound of his voice was only encouraging her, making Julia's body want to go faster. A part of her was worried she would cum too early but decided that was never an issue for girls. That was only a problem for guys.

Eli's eyes fluttered open, watching Julia's modest breast bounce on top of him, her rise and fall becoming regular. The hand that's been on her thigh, he moved so that it was now massaging her soft breast. His fingers zeroed in on her nipple, tugging and pulling as she kept riding him.

Deep down in her pelvis, she could feel the build-up of something strong forming. Her breathing was becoming labored, soft moans and pants escaping her lips. She tried not to let what was about to happen overwhelm her, remembering they were trying not to wake up Eli's parents. However, she was not confident in herself to keep quiet. Placing her hand over her mouth just in time, that sensation deep inside her spread throughout her body. She shook and trembled, back arching with the most pleasure she'd ever felt with another partner. Julia felt herself whimper as another wave shuddered through her.

"Shit—you're so amazing," Eli whispered, supporting her weight as he slipped his penis out of her after she finished. Instead, he pushed her down onto the bed, placing himself on top of her. "You're so fucking amazing," the dark-haired teen repeated, moving back in between her legs. Positioning his penis back inside Julia caused her to gasp. She wrapped her legs around his waist while her hand grasped at his skull bedsheet. The dark-haired girl assumed her pace was fast, but somehow he was faster, noticing beads of sweat on his forehead. Eli's weight on top of the small girl was heavy against her body as he fucked her. Eyes locked on each other, he penetrated her again and again.

She could tell he was reaching his end, but she didn't want it to end even if she already came. Julia just yearned to be destroyed through sex and drugs, making it so she was almost whole again. It was addicting. And somehow, this total stranger made her feel consumed by safety while, at the same time, not at all.

Reaching down to kiss her, he moaned into her while he finished, his body quivering in pleasure. At that moment, neither of their problems mattered as the entire world faded away in ecstasy, neither teen saying a word. Their bodies were both tangled and sweaty. Their breathing was labored, both not wanting to let go of each other.

Julia had always been a light sleeper, so it was no surprise when she heard shuffling about in the morning. Opening her eyes, she felt the beams of light shining through the blind, warming her face. Shielding her eyes with her hand, she first caught sight of a messy dark-haired boy with dry patches of different colored paint on his soft skin. He looked peacefully asleep pressed against his pillow, lightly snoring. His arm was around her naked torso, holding her close. It's not like he had any other option seeing as how compact his bed is for two people. But she had to admit that the act made her feel wrapped in adoration. Something she never got freely. Even in ballet, she had to really work to get it. All her trying caused blisters, sore muscles, and risk of injury…

For what? To just be cast out like yesterday's trash.

Suddenly, she heard people talking outside Eli's door and in the hallways, her ears perking up. Panicked, Julia didn't know whether to grab some clothes to cover up her naked body or to wake up Eli. She opted for the ladder. Shaking the dark-haired teen, he managed to become alert almost instantly, his eyes widening in realization. Propping up his naked torso to better understand the situation, his tired eyes darted between the door and Julia. He hoped his parents weren't going to try and hover him today of all days. He really didn't want to ask Julia to hide under the bed or climb out the window. There's no way he could live that down.

"You know we haven't had a morning quickie in like a week," Bullfrog spoke, his deep raspy voice emanating from the hallway. Eli stuck out his tongue in disgust, not agreeing on where the conversation was going between his parents. This was the price he had to pay for lying and sneaking a girl into the house.

"Don't tempt me, baby. I seriously gotta get outta here early—raincheck okay!" Cece replied.

"Yeah, yeah—okay," Bullfrog grunted, disappointed. Eli sighed in relief. If he knew his father, he was sure his dad was about to catch up on more sleep since he worked those late hours at the radio station. There was no way he was waking back up any time soon. Cece would probably linger downstairs a little before leaving to go set things up at the bar, which meant the two teens could plan their escape soon.

"Sorry about what you just heard," Eli whispered, rolling his eyes when he couldn't hear his parents talking anymore.

Julia propped herself up on her elbows, getting a better view of the boy next to her. "It's okay—I think your parents are kinda cute," she stated. The only long-term relationship the teen girl saw daily was with Diane and her father, which was a sight for sore eyes. She was sure that the couple shared loving moments when she was little, especially when her dad first married. However, now their relationship was as dry as the Sahara desert; Julia couldn't recall the last time she saw them share a kiss. Not that she was rooting for Diane and her father. The woman brought out the worst in everyone.

Eli leaned over to her and placed a kiss on her naked shoulder. "Last night was amazing...so tell me why I feel like my soul's been sucked out of my body," he stated, plopping himself back down on his full-sized mattress and running his hands over his face.

Julia chewed on her lip and worked on covering her naked body some more with Eli's skull blanket. They might've fucked last night, but she was getting that self-conscious feeling again about being fully nude in front of him when they weren't being sexual.

"I think it's the drugs," the petite girl answered. She'd never done E before, but she'd heard things from other people about how it made them feel like dried-up prunes the day after. And that was the perfect description of how she was feeling: like a shriveled-up prune.

Going to school was out of the question for the two Degrassi students. It was only supposed to be Julia's second day at the school but seeing as they got up in the afternoon, there was no way they could waltz in so late without raising a serious eyebrow. Especially with paint splatter in their hair and all over their clothes. It wasn't like Julia had access to a fresh set of clothes, or either one had access to a shower to wash off the paint. Once they heard Eli's mom leave, they sneaked their way out of the house undetected by his dad. They both decided it was in their best interest to get some food before figuring out their next move. They walked to The Dot, Eli spotting her brunch.

"I'll pay you back—" Julia assured him, "when I left my place last night, I sorta left without anything." She motioned down to the stupid outfit she was still wearing since last night's rave. Julia's attire had no pockets. The only thing she still had on her were the two shield-like ecstasy pills in her leg warmer.

Eli found them a table to sit together. "It's totally fine. Consider this…," he paused, testing the waters, "our unofficial first date." He didn't dare look up from his fries, fearing she would burst out laughing at his date proposal. Or even worse, her not wanting anything more from him than their casual hookups. Last night was only their second meeting, so it was hard to gauge where they stood and whether she even wanted to date him. They'd skipped the getting-to-know-each-other part and b-lined straight to sex.

On the other hand, Eli already couldn't imagine going without the mesmerizing girl. He had to admit that a big part of it was the sex, but he wanted to get to know the mysterious girl more. It was almost like she fell out of the sky just for him and at such a crucial time. Sure, the teen boy had friends and parents that cared about him, but a big part of Eli wished he had someone special to share his time with. Something like his parents, Fiona and Imogen, and every other couple he saw walking down the halls at Degrassi.

The last time Eli felt something special for someone was his best friend, Imogen, who didn't end up working out for many serious reasons. The quirky girl couldn't deal with his bipolar disorder as his girlfriend, which ended up being the immediate demise of their relationship. It was too much for her to handle. Either way, he was sure it wouldn't have worked out anyway. He was happy she found Fiona and vice versa, rooting for his friends to find happiness with each other.

Julia pursed her lip into a thin line, making the teenage boy prepare himself for rejection. "Can this please not be anything close to our first date," she argued, "I feel and look like a hot mess."

Taking a sip of his coffee, Eli felt a weight lift off his chest. "Fair enough. We can save our unofficial first date for another time."

"Is that your way of asking me out…" she hinted, hoping that was the case. Julia never had the time to date officially and form long-lasting romantic relationships. Everything with her was always casual when it came to the opposite gender.

The corner of his lip tugged upward, "Yes—I am most definitely asking you out on an official date on this non-official date."

She smiled brightly, feeling her heart flutter. Julia was going on an actual date with a boy for the first time and do date-like things.

"So straying off-topic for a bit," Eli hesitated, chewing on his bottom lip, "It's not like I'm not a fan of the commando ballerina look—but it kinda warrants a little more backstory."

The dark-haired girl's face fell, strategically running her hands through her oily bangs. Not only did she not want to talk about her ballet career with him, Julia knew if she did go into that, she would also have to explain why she got expelled from her old school. That and so much more. Julia was only just starting to let go and forget.

God, how I want to forget.

"It's fine—I'm sorry—just pretend I didn't even ask," Eli reassured her, noticing right away the change in her demeanor. There was a lot more story behind the outfit than he presumed. He thought it was just a fun, whimsical rave costume, but there was a lot more to it than that. The air was awkward between them for a moment, not able to catch her eye. Her exterior looked defeated and solemn as her gaze distanced; clearly, internal banter going on in her head.

"I'm a ballet dancer," Julia blurted out, "—or at least I was one." She didn't want to tell him, but she also wanted to tell him something.

Initially, he found the news cool and exciting, instantly picturing in his mind the frilly tutus with the crazy people who dance on their tippy-toes. But when her exterior didn't lighten up, he knew there was still so much more to her statement than, 'I'm a ballerina.'

Julia took a deep breath. "I wore this thing," she spoke with disdain, grasping the neckline of the leotard,"—to the party as a way to finally erase that part of my life." She grimaced, feeling foolish when she talked about it aloud, let alone to the boy dressed in all black in front of her.

Eli's face softened, realizing he hadn't even started scratching the surface of the mysterious girl. He reached out with his hand across the table and placed it on her arm for reassurance. "I might not understand right now, and that's okay," he said softly, "you don't have to explain any more than you want to."

"Thanks," she uttered, returning to the dark liquid in her mug and taking a sip. Even telling Eli she was a ballet dancer made her feel a little more at ease. Almost as if she'd shed ten pounds from her back.

"By the way, the whole commando leotard outfit works for me. It makes for easy access," Eli expressed, raising his eyebrows at her. Julia's lips etched into a smile, enjoying his sexual innuendo.

"Mmhmm, I'm sure you do, lover boy," she joked, skidding her chair back to allow herself to walk over to the cute boy sitting across from her. Julia didn't care where they were, reaching down and planting a kiss on his rosy lips for everyone at The Dot to see.