Kid

by Jescie Hall

I’m tweakin’. Hot off this molly, coke has my heart racing, hands shaking from the alcohol. I think the effects of the shrooms are finally coming into play. I’m a walking D.A.R.E. advertisement,

Stumbling slightly, I walk towards the exit when I see a shadow of someone standing in the corner alone. I lean back against the wall for a minute, feeling like I might fall over if I keep walking. The high is hitting me hard and the walls are literally melting around me. I need to focus on something steady. I roll my head back over to the corner and see this shadowy figure again. Every so often, the light flashes in that direction. It’s a girl with short black hair.

“Jesus, this is hot as fuck,” I say to myself, loud enough to get the attention of this Mia look alike against the wall. The strobe light hits them enough for me to see more. She’s staring right at me. Green eyes, wild like a snake. Her jet black hair seems to make them pop all the more, that or maybe it’s the redness surrounding her irises. Grabbing the back of the hair of the girl in front of her, she pulls her head to the side and begins licking up the side of her neck. “Oh my God,” I groan again, watching with fascination as I bite my knuckles before me. Her eyes lock on mine.

“You liked that,” she purrs, her voice like velvet cutting through the air as she prowls towards me. “Uh-huh,” I reply simply, like an idiot, mouth unable to form a word. “I liked you watching,” she says softly, closing the space between us.

She stands before me for a moment. Staring at me with a mysterious look, like she sees a good time before her, a wild night with a man who’s capable of doing the nasty things she desires.

“Have you ever felt like you were supposed to meet someone?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.

“Fate? You just saw me kissing a woman. How do you know I even like men?” she questions with a playful smile. “You might not like men, but you’ll like me,” I say, laying on the charm.

Shit, I said it out loud. Her eyebrows shoot up with a humorous look. “No filter, huh?” she asks, leaning into the wall next to me. “None, baby,”

“Wanna smoke?” she asks, holding up a cigarette between us. “Only if you put your lips on it first.”

“I’ll break your heart, you know,” she comments, making me pause. “Gotta have a heart to break, sweetheart. And trust me, there ain’t nothing in here worth reviving.” I pound my fist on my chest with a cheesy grin. She walks around me, her eyes never leaving mine before she settles against the wall to my right. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” She blinks flirtatiously, giving me a wicked grin, before rolling off the wall and walking away. I stand here stunned for a moment. I think I just met the female version of myself. This is what I’d look like as a chick. I’m hot as fuck. I’m into me.

If it isn’t clear already, I gravitate towards toxicities like a moth to a flame.

Taking the opportunity, she slides the cigarette from between her lips, stained with her blood-red lipstick, and sticks it between mine.

“My lips were on it first,” she purrs with a grin, then turns to walk back towards the guys.

“I see something I want and I need it. It’s who I am. I have an addictive personality. I’m weak, I give in to what gives me pleasure,” I continue, placing the cigarette between her lips so she can take a puff. “But with you, maybe I should go slow?”

“I don’t go slow.” She teases me with her eyes again, giving that wicked little grin.

What’s also apparent is the piercing on her right nipple. Holy fucking hell.

“I’m a free spirit. I love beautiful people. Guys, girls… It’s the soul that’s attractive, you see.”

My eyes are still bloodshot from the night before, but the eyebrow ring distracts from it. I think. Fuck, who am I kidding? This is me. Strung out and living off stimulants. Take it or leave it.

never thought I’d see Hawke wifed up, but Cole changed him. She saved him.

“Don’t you even think about touching her,” she scolds abruptly. “She won’t like you, so don’t even try.” “What?! This is ridiculous!” I scoff. “You have a sister. I’m definitely going to fuck her, just off principle.” Hawke pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head while blowing air to the ground. “I’m sorry, but it’s true. If I’m not allowed to fuck you, I’m definitely fucking your blood sister. Like, duh.”

My heart nearly stops in my chest. It might have, if not for the coke, keeping me alive. She’s leaning over the railing, her black hair falling around her face, her green eyes focused on us, her mischievous grin already in place. It’s her. It’s fucking Han.

Good fucking God. How is this Cole’s sister?!

“Wait. Oh, yeah!” Her eyebrows knit together as her mouth drops open in surprise. “You’re the guy I was making out with last night,” she says bluntly, smiling while nodding her head. I bite my bottom lip, making a pained face at Cole.

“Why did you tell him you had a boyfriend?” “I just wanted to fuck with him,” she says to Cole like I’m not even there before turning back to face me. “I’m Johanna. Jo by family, Han by the people I fuck.”

“Blobfish,” I answer after a moment to think. “Random,” she responds, drawing her brows together. “Honest.” “Why?” she asks. “They have no bones. The dark environment in which they survive literally supports them. Plus, they got a bad rep. They aren’t ugly until you remove them from their comfort zone.” “So you can relate?”

“But, I do have bones. One big one in particular.” I give her the sex eyes. “A femur?” she asks with excitement. “No way, I got one too!”

Grabbing the hem of her crop top, she pulls it up and over her chest and down her tatted up arms, revealing a green, string bikini. Yep, that bone is coming into play.

“Did you come to save me?” she questions, cocking her head to the side, keeping herself afloat with her hands. It’s clear by the fact I still have my jeans on that this wasn’t a casual swim. “Yeah. Yeah, I did,” I breathe, still trying to calm my nerves. “I got scared.”

“You can’t save a person who doesn’t want to be saved,” she whispers through her smile.

“First, her sister is practically insane, so good luck with that,” Hawke explains. “Second, don’t even try it. Cole will kill you.”

She must have some great pussy, because the man is whipped. I really need to see if it runs in the family.

“Smash Tarah. She’s got her clit pierced.” The familiar velvety voice rings out beside me, making me feel her in my spine. I turn, looking down, and see Han standing next to me. Her black hair is parted down the middle in two little lopsided buns, the straight strands hanging down, blowing gently in the wind. She’s wearing a large oversized flannel button-up shirt that looks to be a guy’s, over a white, damn near see through crop top with a yellow, melting smiley face on it.

Cole is currently on top of Hawke as they tongue each other, clearly living off the high of their molly. They always do this, act like they want to party with everyone, but once the pills kick in, all they do is find a place to touch and lick each other. Damn animals, I tell you.

What am I doing with my life? What am I doing here? What is my purpose?

“Have you ever been to the dark side of the moon, Kid?” I will never get enough of her impromptu questions. “Not yet, Han, but it’s on the bucket list. Have you?”

She pauses, turning her head slightly, as if understanding that I don’t care about Tarah. I came here to find her. I want to know her, not clit-pierced-try-hard. I want to know what makes her laugh, what she was like in high school, why she wears her hair in that quirky, signature way. I want to know why she moved to California, what her first time was like, who motivates her, what her favorite taste is. I have a strange, insatiable need to know Han.

“Open up,” I hear the velvet tone, shooting a bolt of electricity through me, straight to my dead heart. I look up and Han is standing behind the chair, her lips so close to my ear. She’s holding a gummy worm between her teeth, edging me to open my mouth and take it from her. I bite the other end of it, attempting to take it, but she pulls back a bit, playing a sexy little game of tug of war of the tongues. She finally gives in as I pop into my mouth. “My lips were on it first,” she whispers against my ear before smirking and walking away.

“I think we found your niche,” he grins, rubbing the back of his neck. “What’s that?” “You might need to get into the business side of things. Realtor or something. You could sell anything to anyone. A ketchup popsicle to a woman with white gloves, you sly motherfucker, you.”

Her green eyes light up with a hint of enthusiasm at the sight of me. She couldn’t deny it if she tried. She likes me a bit. Like a person enjoys scratching a bug bite. It feels good, even if it hurts when you’re done.

She pulls out a gummy worm and slowly places it on her tongue while staring at me with those green eyes. I instantly feel the blood rushing to my dick. How can she make something as innocent as gummy worms seem insanely sexy? “How can you make something as innocent as eating gummy worms insanely sexy?”

It is painful. I want her. Bad. In every way you can want a person. I want to stick everything of mine into every orifice of hers. I want to tie her up and take her as rough as I need to, fucking these feelings out of me, forcing her to use her safe word just to calm that madness in me down.

“Give me my wings,” I reply, propping up on my elbow, turning to face her on the tiny blanket. She pulls out a little baggie containing two tiny squares of paper with Pokemon characters on them, Gengar and Charizard. LSD. We’re about to trip on acid. Holy fuck. She pauses, looking at me from the corner of her eye. “You ever done this before?” “Nope,” I answer quickly.

“You want to?” she asks, cool as a cucumber. “With you? Yep.”

“Maybe we should go to my place?” she questions. My eyebrows raise with excitement, then lower when I wonder what vision went through her head. My guess was me getting fucked up on acid for the first time, losing my shit, trying to drown my demons in the ocean while she tries to carry my six footed, fucked up ass back to land. “Yep,” I say quickly, not wanting to make her vision of me a reality. “Your place. Let’s do that.

“It means you don’t have anyone waiting for you,” she says, her lips turned down in disappointment as her eyes finding mine again. “You deserve to have someone waiting for you.”

“I don’t know if I fit on this couch, might need to make room on the bed,” I smile suggestively. “Duh, of course you’re sleeping with me,” she replies. “I wouldn’t make you sleep on the couch.”

“Open your mouth, baby,” she whispers, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. She called me baby, and she’s feeding me drugs. I’m fucked in so many ways, shapes, and forms.

“I didn’t take you for such an earthy chick,” I say, changing the subject. “I mean, you have metal in your tongue.” “The plants? The green walls? Yeah, I get it.” She chuckles a bit, looking around the place. “But I need my cave to bring me back to life if the world around me doesn’t.” I feel that. I feel that deeply.

“I like you, Kid. You’re funny as fuck.” Yep. Felt that everywhere. “And you are unequaled,” I reply honestly.