Chapter 6

                                    

                                          
For GingerBiscut
                          
A/N: WARNING: Drug Use
                          
Saying I didn't want to be in third period the next day was an under statement. I didn't want to face Scott after what he saw so I was under the bleachers with Travis. Such a stupid junior. I could feel his excitement rubbing against my leg as his mouth moved against mine. I was pushed against the dirty floor with Travis on top of me. 
                          
"Wait, stop." I pushed Travis back by his chest so I could catch my breath. He didn't stop. He moved towards my neck. "Travis. If you don't stop now, we will never do this again."
                          
"What the hell Mitch?"
                          
"Calm down and let me breathe." He shuffled off of me and brought his knees to his chest.
                          
"Are we-" He stopped his sentence when his voice shook too much. "Are we gonna do it?" I laughed but Travis didn't. I pulled his legs out in front of him while I climbed on top of him. I was straddling his waist, running my fingers through his hair.
                          
"Do you want to?" I lowered my voice to whisper in his ear. He nodded quickly. I laughed. "You don't want to lose your virginity to me Travis. Go for someone you care about. I'm just a midnight fantasy you whack it to." He put his hands on my hips so I couldn't get up.
                          
"I've had a crush on you since my freshman year."
                          
"No baby." My thumb ran lightly across his bottom lip. "You have a crush on the idea of being with me." He wouldn't let me get up.
                          
"You can't leave me like this."
                          
"So what do you want?" I felt him tense. "You have to tell me what you want Travis. If you don't, I'm just going to leave."
                          
"I don't know. I'm new to this." I threw his hands off of me and stood up. I dusted myself off.
                          
"Text me when you find out what you want." I left without another word. I walked around the school for the rest of the day, hiding in empty classrooms when campus security searched the halls. Then it was off to detention with Scott.
                          
"Oh. You finally came." I chuckled when I walked around the corner.
                          
"That's an underst-" My joke fell flat when I noticed what he was doing. Scott had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a scrub brush in his hands. "What are you doing?"
                          
"Making it look like you've been here." I crossed my arms, moving to stand in front of him. "I knew you were here today."
                          
"How?"
                          
"I saw you disappear with Mr. Brush at break." He began washing the walls. "What did you take yesterday?" I smirked.
                          
"Something that makes my body feel wonderful. But you can make me feel that without any drugs." The sad part was....there was a hint of truth to that. He could accidentally brush his hand against mine and my body would feel like it was on fire.
                          
"Why do you do this Mitch?"
                          
"Because it's fun. Haven't you heard of fun? Or is a stick so far up your ass that-" His hand shot to cover my mouth.
                          
"You're a good kid." I laughed, clearing my throat to try and contain myself.
                          
"I'm not a good kid Scott. I'm the worse at this school."
                          
"That's why you keep your grades up?" I looked down at my feet. I heard him take a deep breath. "Listen....if we finish this early, you can do whatever you want with your remaining detention time. As long as it's not taking drugs or having sex." I could make a smart ass remark about how I would 'never' do that but I was stuck on one word.
                          
"We?"
                          
"I'd help you." His eyes searched my face.
                          
"Why?" He threw the scrub brush in the bucket causing some water to splash on the ground.
                          
"There's something you're hiding that's putting you in this state of mind." I tensed. Scott noticed my change in posture. 
                          
"I had sex with Brayden and I feel a little blabby."
                          
"I know you slept with him. He told me after a few beers." He held my chin so I was looking at him. "I found it as a plea of jealousy." I scoffed.
                          
"Jealousy? I've never felt jealous in my life."
                          
"Really?" He voiced his disbelief.
                          
"Really. I get whatever I want. Whatever I desire."
                          
"Then why haven't you got me?" I glanced down at his lips. God damn. Does he have to have an answer for everything?
                          
"Because I desire playing with you before you take me."
                          
"Yeah. That's not happening." He handed me a scrub brush. "Now let's finish this." We didn't speak. The only sound was the brush digging deeply to clean off all the spray paint from the once red bricks. I stopped midway to watch Scott work. 
                          
Why was he so worried about me? I wasn't worth much. I was used and disgusting. Yet he looked at me like a person instead of a piece of meat. To him....I was something. Somebody. I can't believe I was going to say what I was going to say.
                          
"I need help." Scott paused his work to look at me. "On school work. I stopped paying attention." He bit his lip in thought.
                          
"How about we spend the first hour in the classroom with school work and then the last hour can be cleaning the wall. I believe your grades should come before this shi-free physical labor." He corrected his curse. Which was ridiculous because I've heard him curse before. He does it front of the class.
                          
"Okay." I put my hand on his chest. "Can we keep this touchy feely shit just between us? I'm not really good this stuff."
                          
"Tell me something about you and I'll tell you something about me."
                          
"You got to be fucking kidding me?" My laughter made my voice go a little higher. He shook his head.
                          
"Go home. Do your homework. We'll start fresh tomorrow." I frowned.
                          
"Yeah....home." I shot him a smile that was more revealing than it meant to be. It was a sad smile. "Bye Mr. Hoying." He grabbed my hand with a small sigh.
                          
"Just call me Scott. I've gotten use to it. Goodbye Mitch." I tried to contain the happiness that was swelling inside me. I used my hand to cover my growing grin.
                          
"Bye Scott." I walked to wherever my feet took me. And it wasn't home where my mother was waiting to yell at me with her husband nodding next to her. It was to Jake's house. I knocked on his door, telling his mom some shit about a project together before I went up to his room.
                          
"Two nights in a row?" Jake looked up from his textbook. "Want something to forget your day?" He held up a small bag with a needle and a vial of liquid.
                          
"Yes." I put one leg on either side of his body. I want to feel even more numb than I already do. Jake pushed off my jacket before tying a band on my upper arm. "I've never done this before."
                          
"Heroin will make the sex great." I was afraid of needles. But if it made the thoughts of Scott go away then I don't see what the problem is. I looked away when he pierced the needle in my skin. I made a small sound of pain. I cradled my arm to my chest as I sat down on the side of his bed. I watched Jake do the same thing to himself. I was nervous. My whole body shaking as I back against his headboard.
                          
"What now?" He crawled on top of me.
                          
"Now you repay me. Over and over...." I held onto his shoulders as he kissed me, shoving his tongue pass my lips. He pulled away with my bottom lip painfully clamped between his teeth. "And over again." Nothing at Jake's house made my mind stray from Scott. I even slipped up on saying Scott's name instead of Jake's. Scott was haunting me. Instead of him being wrapped around my finger, I found myself chained around his.