---September 18th, 2008, 6:02 AM, Evan Campbell’s Room---

 

Evan opens his eyes, fighting through the pot-induced haze on his memories to find out why he wasn’t alone in bed. All at once, it comes to him and he sighs in relief. After a few seconds, he notices something…off. His right hand had drifted up, and is now squeezing Amy’s left breast. Evan quickly releases his hold on her, immediately missing the soft mound of flesh. His left hand, however, has moved itself further south. His hand has slipped between the thin silk fabric of her panties, resting just under the waistband. Evan slowly slips his hand loose, still trying not to wake Amy, only to have her shift in her sleep, pressing back against him. He looks at her face, noting that her eyes are still closed, and sets his left hand back on her stomach. A small, contended sigh escapes from Amy’s mouth as she grabs Evans right hand, placing it back on her breast. She grabs his left hand next and slides it back to its original position, thoroughly confusing Evan. Deciding to go with the flow, Evan closes his eyes, attempting to return to dream land, but finding it difficult to the way his limbs have been positioned, as well as what is pressed against him. As his mind drifts to this, he feels a change come over his lower region. Amy feels this change as well, and, either subconsciously, or just to mess with Evan, she grinds against him harder, affecting him even more. Evan finally realizes that Amy must be awake, so, he decides to play along, pressing himself against her now, whispering into her ear.

 

“Such a little tease…”

 

Without opening her eyes, Amy whispers back to him.

 

“Mmmm…You know it.”

 

Just as Evan is preparing to take the game even further, his alarm takes the opportunity to ruin the moment and begins to go off, causing Evan to nearly fall off the bed, his hand squeezing Amy’s breast reflexively.

 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ!”

 

Evan shuts his alarm off and untangles himself from Amy, now sitting on his bed, breathing quite hard. Amy too gets up, a daze look in her eyes.

 

“Mmmm…do that again.”

 

Evan groans and gets off his bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

 

“Maybe later. For now, we’ve got to get ready for school; I’m sure its going to suck a big one.”

 

“Suck a big one…I like the sound of that.”

 

Evan looks at Amy oddly, wondering what was up with her.

 

“Damn girl, what did that pot do to you?”

 

Amy flops back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, arms behind her head.

 

“Dunno, I’m just so horny all of a sudden….I think a shower might help.”

 

Evan raises his eyebrow at her words, before walking to his desk, sitting in his chair, and grabbing a Coke. He takes a drink, before speaking to Amy, who has yet to move.

 

“Go, shower then, I’ll go second.”

 

Amy gets off of Evans bed and heads towards the bathroom, grabbing another set of clothes from her bag. Before she shuts the door, she tosses her clothes in the room and lifts the back of her shirt up, revealing her form-fitting panties to Evan. She slips her fingers under the waistband and pulls them down low, giggling as she does, giving Evan an excellent view of her bare ass. She quickly pulls them back up, springing into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, leaving Evan gob smacked in his chair. After a moment, Evan takes a long drink from his Coke, able to make only one remark.

 

“Such a tease…”

 

---September 18th, 2008, 7:12 AM, Outside Evan Campbell’s Home---

 

After their game earlier this morning, Amy and Evan prepare to head off to another day of high school. The two teens exit Evans now-empty house, his grandparents having already left for work, and walk to the corner of the street, to await on the arrival of their bus. After standing on the corner for several minutes, Evan glances down at his watch, when one of the buttons reminds him of the previous night’s events.

 

“I just remembered, I forgot to take out my contact lenses. Ah well, not a big deal. The bus better get here soon, otherwise I’m walking.”

 

Amy, who is leaning against the Stop sign, staring into the sky, replies to his remark.

 

“To quote a certain someone, Chillax. It’ll get here eventually, it always does, even if it is ten minutes late.”

 

Suddenly, a rustling from the bushes near Amy break the silence. Amy, still being thoroughly paranoid about her father, quickly jumps away from the Stop sign and nearer to Evan.

 

“What was that?”

 

“Probably just a squirrel.”

 

“What if it’s...him?”

 

“Must we go through this again, or shall we take the simple route and smoke some more?”

 

“No, no more of that, I don’t like the feeling it gave me. Just…go see what it is.”

 

“Fine, fine.”

 

Evan calmly walks over to the bushes and begins to search through them. After several seconds, he turns to Amy, a satisfied look on his face.

 

“Nothing there. Happy now?”

 

“I’ll be happy when my father is behind bars, or, better yet, dead.”

 

The bus chooses that moment to slow to a stop at their corner, allowing the two of them to climb aboard. Unbeknownst to them, they are being watched. Thanks to Evans carelessness in searching the bushes, their watcher was allowed to move to another spot. Amy Riley’s father steps out from behind a nearby tree, the sunlight heating his badly burned face. He spent the past 12 hours forcing himself to ignore the pain, using it to fuel his revenge and hatred. Soon, he would make the both of them pay, but first; a bit of psychological torture is in order…

 

Amy & Evan move towards the back of the bus, easily moving due to the nearly empty bus. Save for Stacy, AKA the Wicked Witch, who is sleeping, her head against the seat behind her, breathing softly, breasts rising and falling with each breath. Ignore the bus driver and they were alone. The two toss their bags on the left seat, farthest back and sit together in the right seat farthest back, just out of view of the bus drivers’ mirror. Evan leans his head back against the seat, closing his eyes, intending to get a bit more sleep on the ride. Something suddenly starts him out of his near-slumber. Amy is fooling around with his jeans. She has gotten them unbuttoned and unzipped. As she begins to yank the lower and mess with his boxers, he taps her on the head, prompting to look up at him, a questioning look on her face.

 

“What?”

 

“You’re going to sit there, taking my pants off, and dare to ask me ‘What?’. Okay. I’ve got a question. What are you doing?”

 

“Oh, don’t mind me; I’m just finishing what we started this morning.”

 

“Don’t you think that a bus isn’t exactly the best place for that? What if Stacy or the bus driver see us?”

 

“Don’t worry about Stacy, she’s very asleep, and the bus driver doesn’t give two shits about what anyone on the bus does, as long as we don’t kill each other.”

 

Evan sighs, resigning himself to the events that are about to unfold.

 

“I suppose I won’t be able to dissuade you from this, right?”

 

“Nope.”

 

“Fine. Continue if you must.”

 

“Yay!”

 

Amy pulls his boxers just low enough to free his member, which had already gone stiff at the anticipation of what is about to happen. Amy’s eyes light up at the sight of his six inches and she immediately goes to work. She begins to stroke him up and down, with a lick thrown in every now and then, as Evan rests his head against the seat, trying to enjoy himself, even with the possibility of being caught. After a few minutes, Evan feels her take him inside her mouth, feels her tongue, his breathing now ragged. Not even 30 seconds after she engulfed him, she stops, back to using just her hand. Evan knows he can’t take much more of this, and he lets her know. Her only reply is to stroke him faster. Just as she begins to move, intending to take his shot in her mouth, it explodes out of the tip, just missing hitting Amy in the face, instead flying through the air, skipping a seat, landing with a soft splat on Stacy’s still-heaving breasts. Amy, who had been following the shot, immediately gets up, creeping to Stacy’s seat. She sits in the seat behind Stacy’s and clamps her hand over Stacy’s mouth, startling her out of her sleep. She uses the surprise to pull Stacy out of her seat and drag her to the back. Evan moves the two bags out of the opposite seat as Amy forces Stacy near the window, sitting next to her, hand still over her mouth as Evans shot glistens on her chest. Amy puts her finger up to her lips, telling Stacy to shush. She slowly moves her hand from Stacy’s mouth, but is forced to put it back as Stacy begins to yell something.

 

“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to do to you what Evan did to Randy, you understand?”

 

Stacy slowly nods her head, and Amy removes her hand. Stacy looks down at her breasts, spotting the shot, a disgusted look coming across her face. Before she can say anything, Amy interrupts her.

 

“That’s my fault. You hold still and Ill clean you up. Remember: you protest or move and you get the Shocker.”

 

Amy turns Stacy towards her, making her sit sideways on the seat. She begins to unbutton Stacy’s blouse, pulling the two sides apart, revealing her full breasts, barely kept in place by her pink bra. Amy slips Stacy’s blouse off of her, tossing it to Evan behind her. Amy slowly leans forwards, picking her starting spot carefully. She decides to start with the lower left breast. A bit of Evans shot had made its way to the center of her bra, and Amy attacks it. She licks it off Stacy’s bra, eliciting a small response from the blonde girl.

 

Amy continues to lick the spot, until she is satisfied that it’s clean, leaving a wet patch where Stacy’s nipple is hidden. Amy moves on, going higher this time, licking every inch of Stacy’s exposed breasts, thoroughly cleaning them off, leaving a trail of saliva behind her. Stacy, who had been, at first, naturally angry, was slowly starting to enjoy herself, much to her chagrin, After all, she loves the cock. As Amy licks her breasts, she can’t help but imagine Amy’s own breasts, how wonderful they must look, how they might taste. Stacy notices that Amy has stopped licking and opens her eyes, confused, to find Amy watching her with a smirk on her face.

 

“Knew you would end up enjoying this. Hold still, you’ve got a bit on your face.”

 

Amy leans forwards, letting her warm breath tickle Stacy’s ear, before licking Stacy’s cheek, slowly, tantalizingly, teasing her. Deciding to reward her, Amy licks Stacy’s lips, before pressing her lips against Stacy’s, softly at first, then probing with her tongue. Stacy opens her lips, allowing her access. Amy swirls her tongue around in Stacy’s mouth, sharing a bit of Evans shot with her. The entire time, Evan has been sitting in his seat, sideways, feet extended in front of him, arms resting on the seat behind and in front of him, intently watching the action. Suddenly, he hears a voice calling his name.

 

“Evan! Evan! Evan, wake up damnit!”

 

Evans eyes snap over as his dream world dissipates. He looks around and finds himself on the bus outside his school with Amy attempting to wake him up.

 

“Come on, we’re going to be late.”

 

Evan shakes his head, attempting to wake himself up, the dream still fresh in his mind. He follows Amy off the bus, slinging his bag onto his shoulders.

 

“I was having the most wonderful dream…”

 

“I could tell. You had this big goofy grin on your face the entire ride. Care to share?”

 

“Uhhm…maybe later, in a less…public area.”

 

“Ah, it was one of those dreams; I like those kinds of dreams. Safe to assume I was in it?”

 

“Maybe….”

 

“Good.”

 

“I’ll see you at lunch.”

 

The two teens split off, Amy heading to her Economics class, why they taught that at such an early hour she didn’t know, perhaps they want to keep it a secret, while Evan goes off to his Machine Trades class, a class where you could be potentially blinded, or lose a limb if you weren’t careful. Unfortunately for him, his class was at the very back of the high schools campus, a campus which, by the States calculations, was larger than most college campuses. Evan heads for the building, looking all around as he walks, hoping to spot Jay, thinking that it shouldn’t be too difficult. Today was uniform day in his JROTC Class. Dark green military suits weren’t too difficult to spot in-between the t-shirts and jeans the other students were wearing.

 

Though he spies many students wearing the uniform, none of them are Jay. He continues on to his class, making his way to the basement of the building, through the double doors, and into the classroom, which is filled with dozens of heavy machines. He walks over to the class area and sets his bag down on one of the many desks, looking around for the other students and then, when he sees none, up at the clock, which reads 7:24 AM. Six minutes early. Figuring he would get a jump on things, he heads over to one of the two automatic machines, turns it on, and loads his program, making changes and edits to it, after all, it was a three hour class, and he could get a lot done in three hours.

 

---Amy’s Economics Class, 7:30 AM---

 

Amy sits in her desk/chair combination, staring blankly at the green chalkboard as her teacher drones on and on about the economy and how terrible it was at the time. She sighs and lets her head fall to the desk with a thump. It was going to be a long day.

 

---Evans Machine Trades Class, 10:05 AM---

 

After successfully finishing his program, Evan loads the stock piece and presses the Safe Run button on his machine. The drill bit docked into it begins to whir, going at over 800 RPMs. He watches, making sure the first cut goes smooth and, when it does, he walks away, leaving the machine running as the Safe Run was intended to be used for. Jay had shown up about ten minutes after Evan did, but had kept to himself. He had just left the room, presumably to go to the restroom, but Evan knew from past experience that Jay needed a cigarette, so, seeing his chance to mend some fences, Evan follows him. He follows behind Jay, keeping just out of sight, watches as Jay leaves the building through the back, so as not to be seen by the guards posted at the schools gates. Evan follows him out; ducking behind a trash can as Jay turns around at the door opening. Jay shrugs, figuring that it was the wind, before reaching into his shirt pocket. He pulls out a pack of Marlboro Lights, removes a cigarette from the package, and puts it back in his pocket. As jay begins to search for his lighter, Evan steps around the trash can, producing his own Zippo. He flicks it open and lights it. Jay, hearing this, quickly turns around, the cigarette clenched in his mouth, a surprised look on his face.

 

“Need a light?”

 

Jay rolls his eyes and turns his back to Evan, continuing his search. Evan snaps the Zippo shut and steps in front of Jay, staring up at the taller teen.

 

“Come on man, let’s talk about this. We’ve been friends for too long to let something like this come between us.”

 

Jay shakes his head, sighing to himself.

 

“I know I’m gonna regret this…let me see your lighter and we’ll talk.”

 

Evan tosses Jay his lighter and watches as he sparks it and lights the cigarette. He hands the lighter back to Evan and blows the smoke into the air. He notices Evans grin and decides to try and wipe it off his face.

 

“Don’t get your hopes up. I’m only doing this cause I needed a light, nothing more, nothing less, I’m still pissed at you and Amy.”

 

“Might I ask why?”

 

“Yeah, like you don’t know…”

 

“No, really, I have no idea why, please, enlighten me.”

 

Evan sees that his continuous ignorance is beginning to step on Jay’s patience, but can do nothing about it. All at once, jay snaps. The cigarette flies out of his mouth as he lunges forwards, grabbing Evan by the collar of his shirt. He picks Evan up off the ground and pins him against the wall, a look of unabashed fury on his face, directed straight at Evan.

 

“Stop fucking playing around! You know how much I liked her! You know I had planned to ask her out, and you go and pull this shit! You don’t fuck your friend over like that, you just don’t!”

 

Evan, who has yet to even struggle, knowing that Jay wouldn’t hurt him…too bad. He grabs on to jays wrists for leverage so as not to further strangle himself and begins to try and reason with him.

 

“You think I planned for that stuff to happen? I didn’t. It just happened that way. It’s not me you’re mad at. You’re mad at yourself for not acting sooner. Who knows, if you had, maybe it would be you that might possibly have a crazed violent and abusive father after you for helping his daughter. Maybe it would be you that had to drag said fathers smoking body into a closet, only to have him break out and be on the loose, ready to spring out at any second and kill you. Jay, let me down, you know this isn’t what you want.”

 

Evans words appear to be getting to Jay; his anger seems to be fading away, but slowly. His grip begins to loosen, until a voice from the side shouts.

 

“Bout time you realized where your place was Jay. Come on; let the geek down so we can have a turn.”

 

Randy and Dwayne approach jay and Evan, smug smirks on their faces, assuming that Jay was currently in the process of kicking the crap out of Evan. Jay looks at the two of them, and then back at Evan. His face hardens again as he releases Evan, who nearly falls over at the impact. Jay stomps back to the door to the building, his back to the three.

 

“He’s all yours.”

 

Randy and Dwayne step closer to Evan, who backs against the brick wall behind him, nervously glancing back and forth between the two.

 

“Uh...Hi guys. No hard feelings about the other day, right?”

 

Randy cracks his knuckles, before grabbing Evan the same way Jay had, by his collar, lifting him up, and slamming him against the bricks. Randy leans in close, his stinking breath clogging Evans nostrils.

 

“Wrong.”

 

Randy pulls Evan off the wall, before slamming him against it again, this time Evans head bounces off, immediately knocking him for a loop. Randy sets him down in front of Dwayne, who then proceeds to hook his arms under Evans, pulling up in the process and locking his fists behind Evans head, holding him up and in place.

 

“You know, about a week ago, this wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying, but, thanks to that little stunt you pulled, I’m really gonna enjoy this.”

 

Randy rears back, his fist clenched and tight. He swings his arm around in an arc and slams it into Evans stomach, the whoosh of air and thump of an impact it made giving him a brief moment of pleasure. Dwayne pulls Evan back up and Randy slams his fist against Evans jaw this time, splitting his lip. Dwayne releases him with the impact, allowing Evan to be knocked to the concrete. Evan gets up to his hands and knees, before a sneaker connects to the side of his face, courtesy of Dwayne. The kick blacks Evans eye, nearly breaking his nose, and further opens his lip up. Evan rolls onto his side, not moving, his breathing ragged. Randy approaches Evan again, and spies something out of the corner of his eye. He turns and sees Jay watching them.

 

“You want in on this?”

 

After a moment of stoic silence, Jay forms a thought, and answers.

 

“Yeah. Lift him up.”

 

Randy grabs Evan by the hair and drags him to his feet, putting him in a full nelson, just as Dwayne had, holding him up for Jay. Jay steps in front of Evan, grabbing his jaw, forcing Evan to look at him, blood pouring from his lip and nose.

 

“You deserve what’s coming next, you hear me?”

 

Jay grabs Evans hair, holding his head up, and pulls his other fist back. He rockets it forwards, heading straight for Evans face. At the last second, he veers right and socks Randy in the nose, forcing him to release Evan and fall backwards as Evan drops to the ground. Dwayne takes a moment to allow his brain to catch up to his eyes, before rushing forwards, sending a punch of his own flying at jays head. Jay ducks under his poorly aimed attack, rising to his full height, now behind Dwayne, before sending a kick into Dwayne’s back, knocking him forwards into the brick wall, breaking his nose. Dwayne falls to the ground, holding his face and moaning in pain.

 

Suddenly, a pair of burly arms are wrapped around him, locked in tight. Randy squeezes and squeezes, eventually lifting him off the ground. Jay frees one of his arms and elbows Randy in the face, before grabbing him by the back of his head, flipping Randy over his shoulder onto the concrete. Randy’s head cracks against the concrete, knocking him out. With the two bullies taken care of, Jay turns back to Evan, who has made it into a sitting position. Jay offers him a hand up, which Evan gladly takes, rocking a bit with the speed of his rise.

 

“Yknow, you scared me there for a second.”

 

“Meh. You know that I’d never kick your ass, no matter how pissed I am. Jeez, you look like shit, come on, let’s get you to the nurse.”

 

Evan waves him off, heading for the door.

 

“No, no. I’ve got the perfect remedy; it’s just in my bag…which is in the classroom…with all the other kids.”

 

“I’ll get your bag; you just stay outside the room.”

 

The two reunited friends head back into the building, Evan moving a bit slow at the moment. As they walk down the long hall to the room, the end of class bell rings and students begin to pour out of the room. As they pass Evan and jay, some of them openly point and laugh at Evan, some ask jay if he kicked his ass, others ignore them altogether. Evan and jay finally make it back to the room; both of them go inside this time, heading to the class area. Evan unzips his bag and begins to rummage through it. After a moment, he pulls out a white bottle, shaking it, the rattle of pills exhuming from it. He pops the lid off and removes a little white pill. He pops it into his mouth and chews it up, wincing at the horrible taste, before swallowing.

 

“Ugh, terrible taste. Gotta work on that.”

 

“What’re those?”

 

“Little blend I cooked up. Part Oxycodone, part healing herbs, long and complicated process at first, lot of ingredients. I’m still working a few kinks out, like the taste and the difficulty in chewing it. In about fifteen minutes, I’m going to be very loopy, so, I best get out of here now. You go on to class, tell Amy what happened.”

 

“Uh-uh. Don’t think so. No way are you leavin here alone on that stuff. I’m going with you. We’ll stop at the cafeteria and grab Amy too.”

 

---Cafeteria, 10:40 AM---

 

Evan and jay stand outside the cafeteria, waiting on Amy, Evan leaning against the side of the building, already beginning to feel the effects of his pill, as shown by his wounds starting to heal. After a few minutes, Jay spots Amy in the crowd and calls her over, surprising her. She threads her way through the throng of students, noticing Evans posture and wounds. She turns towards Jay, an angry look on her face.

 

“Just what the hell did you do to him!?!”

 

“Me? Nothin. We’re fine now, just relax, don’t bite my head off or anything. Listen, he’s on one of his happy pills, so, I’m taking him home. You wanna come?”

 

Amy turns back to Evan, finally noticing the effects of the pill. She sighs and nods her head.

 

“Yeah, I better. When he’s on those pills, he gets kind of…well, stupid. Come on; let’s go before he gets worse.”

 

Jay motions for Evan to leave and he presses off the building, nearly falling to the ground thanks to the effects of the pill. Jay shakes his head and walks over to Evan. He grabs him around the waist and hoists him over his shoulder. Jay leads Amy off of school campus, using an old hole in the fence behind the gymnasium, now walking down the sidewalk. Evan groans, realizing what a strange position he is in, deciding to comment on it.

 

“Hey…is that my ass I’m seeing? Man, I must’ve really screwed these pills up if it is.”

 

Jay chuckles, as does Amy. She steps behind Jay, prompting Evan to lift himself upward a bit, now staring at her through lidded eyes. He smiles goofily before speaking, his words slightly slurred.

 

“Hey there bootiful. Come give us a kish.”

 

Amy chuckles at him, before lightly kissing him on the cheek.

 

“Awww…is that all I get? Come on, I took a beating to fix a friendship, and all I get is a little kiss on the cheek?”

 

“Well, the friendship you fixed involves Jay too, maybe you should seek a reward with him.”

 

Evan attempts to turn around, but finds himself unable to, so, he calls up to Jay.

“Dude…where’s my reward?”

 

From over his shoulder, Jay replies.

 

“I’m not kissin you dude, so, stop while you’re ahead.”

 

Evan laughs in response, falling into an Oxycodone-induced sleep.

“What a goofball…I think I actually missed that.”