Pus Junkies

—7—

“What’d you bring that for?” Kip had opened the glove compartment when Zak told him he had a pack of gum in there. As soon as it was open, Kip could tell Zak had forgotten about the gun.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“But why did you bring it?” Kip knew it was for Chuck before Zak said it. His cousin couldn’t even look him in the eye. “So when you told me not to worry about Chuck and his friends… this is what you meant? That if he messes with us, you’ll what? Kill them all?”

“No!” Zak’s face was red and his knuckles white as he squeezed the gray steering wheel in his fists. “It’s just to scare them. And it’s only a precaution. If they don’t fuck with me, with us, there won’t be a problem.”

“We should leave. This was a bad idea.” Kip rocked in the car seat, staring out the window as the other kids filed into the house. Kip didn’t even know whose house this was, but he recognized all the kids. The “cool kids,” the same kids that were the worst to him every single day.

And now I’m here to, what, hang out with them? Who am I kidding?

“Don’t blow this out of proportion, Kip. I’m not going to hurt anyone.”

“Oh yeah? So say Chuck and his friends start something. And you pull your gun out. But they don’t stop. Then what? You going to murder them in front of all the jocks and cheerleaders?”

Zak didn’t answer, just stared blankly out the windshield.

They stayed silent, only the sound of their breathing and the tiny voice on the radio.

“I won’t bring it inside, okay? You’re right. It was a bad idea.”

“Zak, maybe we should just leave. Seriously. You don’t know Chuck like I do. There’s no way he’s going to just let that fight go. No way in hell. Him and his buddies have probably been devising a plan to get us back since it happened.”

Zak only smiled, pulled his Camels from his pocket, lit one. He offered one to Kip but Kip refused.

“That asshole is not gonna ruin our time. No way.”

“Zak—”

“I’m not kidding. I learned a long time ago that the only way to make someone stop fucking with you is to show them you’re not scared. We run now, Kip, and we’ll always be running. I know that sounds fucking corny, but it’s true. You’re sick of being the Toad? Show this motherfucker you are. Show all of them.”

Throb… throb… throb…

Kip couldn’t help but be scared, but the pulsating euphoria began to ease his mind, and his cousin’s words started to make more and more sense. A low moan escaped his lips, and even when Zak raised an eyebrow at him, Kip just smiled, ran his hand across his chest and let his eyes roll.

“Kip?”

“You’re right. Let’s go.”

Zak slapped the steering wheel so hard, the horn honked. Some of the kids walking into the house turned to look, a few of them noticing that their class Toad had come to their precious party. Some of them frowned, but most smiled, knowing that if Kip was there, they would have plenty of entertainment for the night. They could all get drunk and make fun of him.

Not tonight. Not ever again.

Zak didn’t really know any of the students from Bowie High. Mostly the girls. He’d never had a problem with the opposite sex, and as soon as he stepped foot on campus, they took notice. Jade pretty much claimed him right off the bat, and Zak went along with it purely off her looks.

It was the same back home at his high school. The girls loved him, the boys wanted to hang out with him because, well, the girls loved him. So he never had a problem making friends. He could tell the same thing was happening now, and he hoped to use it somehow to help his cousin.

As they walked toward the house, Zak could feel the anxiety radiating off Kip like heat waves. The poor kid could barely look up, appeared on the verge of having a panic attack. The other kids stared, and even though Kip said he was used to it, that it didn’t bother him, it was already pissing Zak off.

“Hey, ladies,” Zak said to a small congregation of girls, all sipping from red plastic cups. They giggled, faces turning pink, but when they saw Kip, their smiles faded away and were replaced with revulsion.

“What’s he doing here?” one of the girls said, her eyes riding Kip’s new clothes.

“He’s my cousin, and he’s with me. Is there a problem?” Zak placed his hand on Kip’s shoulder, could actually feel the zits under the shirt.

The girls’ eyes widened, and Zak could see a change in their attitude right away. They weren’t jumping Kip’s bones, but there was something different in the way they looked at him. As if he was just slightly less disgusting to them.

“Hi,” Kip said.

The girls bust out laughing, turned their backs to him.

Or maybe not.

“Well, you bridge trolls have a good night. Let’s go inside, Kip.” Zak smiled as the girls gasped, mouths hanging open.

Kip snickered, looked over his shoulder at the group of girls. They were pretty, but Zak wasn’t there to pick up girls. Not tonight. Tonight was all about Kip, and Zak wasn’t sure how he’d pull it off, but he was determined to get his cousin laid. At the very least, a phone number.

As soon as they stepped into the house, music blasting, kids all shouting to be heard over the beat, all eyes turned on them. Conversations were cut off on a dime, and they all stared, whispering to each other, wrinkling their noses.

Zak thought for sure Kip would drop his head again, maybe wander off to a corner where he could hide, but he just smiled, waved at them all. Nobody waved back. Their eyes darted back and forth between Zak and Kip, clearly confused as to what was happening.

“Don’t sweat this shit, Kip. Let them stare, they’ll get over it.”

“It’s fine. I expected this, expected worse actually.”

Zak didn’t know how it could be any worse really. If he was in Kip’s shoes, he didn’t know how he would handle it. Would probably be suicidal or something. But Kip just smiled at them all as they stared, not a single one of them trying to hide their disgust.

Zak wanted to flip them all the double bird, but figured it would do more bad than good. Zak would have to take this slow.

Then he saw her. Jade already had her eyes on him, and she stood across the room with her two slutty friends, surrounded by guys. Each one of them rattled off their lines, doing their best to impress her, but she didn’t appear to be hearing them at all. She had eyes only for Zak.

“Hey, cousin. Why don’t you see about scoring us some drinks? Probably in the kitchen.”

“Okay. Um… what kind?”

“A soda or something for me. You should have a beer.”

Kip looked ready to refuse, but nodded instead. “Yeah okay. A beer… yeah.”

Kip trotted off, all heads turning to watch him go. Jade was already on her way toward Zak leaving her group of hopefuls behind, all of them watching her go with either longing or anger in their eyes. Even her girlfriends looked annoyed.

She looked fucking great. A tight, black dress that showed every curve, cut low to display her perfect cleavage. As she weaved her way through the living room, every male in the place noticed. Every female did too, only they eyed her up and down with disdain contorting their faces.

“Hey. You didn’t call.” She leaned in for a kiss, and Zak kissed back, but only because he didn’t know how else to react. She hugged him, wrapped her arms around his waist, slid her fingertips into his back pockets. “I missed you.”

Zak wanted to shove the crazy bitch away from him, but didn’t want to make a scene. And he knew this girl could cause one hell of a scene if she wanted to.

“I thought you were pissed at me,” he said. “You sure as hell acted like you were.”

She kissed his neck, writhed against him slightly. “So what if I was? Just because we had an argument doesn’t mean anything. I still missed you. Where’s your car?”

“What?”

“Your car. Where is it? We should leave. This party is fucking boring. I’d rather be alone with you anyway.”

Now Zak did push her away, but gently. “Look, Jade. I told you before and I meant it, okay? I can’t see you anymore. Not in that way.”

“That’s bullshit. Who could you possibly be fucking that’s better than me, huh? You know I can have any fucking guy I want, right?”

She sounded like a child.

“I’m not stopping you. Take your pick.”

She bared her teeth, and Zak braced himself for the onslaught. He figured he might as well get it over with. Maybe she would storm out afterward and then he and Kip could work on having a good time.

Before she could even start, Kip returned with their drinks. He handed Zak a bottled water, a cranberry wine cooler in his other hand. “They didn’t have any soda. And I found this in there. Says here on the label it’s got more alcohol than a beer… and I bet it tastes a lot better too.”

“Thanks, cousin.”

Jade spun around to face Kip, tried to press her ass against Zak’s groin, but he backed away. He had never seen a girl be so aggressive before.

When Kip caught sight of Jade, he visibly flinched, eyes widened. He smiled at her, but his stare coasted toward the floor by his feet. Zak didn’t blame him for this one—Jade was one intimidating bitch.

“Toad? What the fuck’re you doing here?”

“He’s here with me, Jade. And I told you I don’t like that nickname.”

She looked over her shoulder, bit her lip, raised an eyebrow. “Oh you don’t? Did I hurt Toad’s little feelings?”

“N-no. No you didn’t. It’s… um… it’s totally fine.” Kip hopped from foot to foot as if he was about to piss himself, then seemed to realize it and stood stock still. He took a drink of his wine cooler, made a face like he’d just taken a spoonful of cough syrup.

“You say I should take my pick, Zak? What if I pick your cousin, huh?”

When Jade stepped into Kip, wrapped her arm around his neck, Zak didn’t know what was more amusing: the look on Kip’s face or the look on everyone else’s.

Jade pulled Kip’s drink out of his hand, slammed it in a couple of seconds. She placed the empty bottle back in Kip’s hand, then she ran her fingers over his chest, the other combing through his hair.

“What do you think, Zak? Did I make a good choice?”

Zak tried to hold back his smile, but couldn’t possibly. Kip looked like he was in the clutches of a grizzly bear, his eyes wide, slightly rolling as Jade ran her nails over his scalp, caressed his chest. Kip looked at Zak for a split second, but then his attention moved back to Jade’s cleavage, which was pressed right up against him.

Zak figured this was probably the greatest moment in Kip’s life, and he felt bad because he knew Jade was only doing it to try and get a rise out of Zak. It was only a matter of seconds before she did something to humiliate Kip, and Zak was trying to figure out some way to intervene, to stop it from happening.

Not a single person spoke. Even the music had been turned down a few notches. All eyes and ears were on the hottest girl in school and the Toad.

“I think you made a great choice,” Zak said. “What do you think, Kip?”

Before Kip could answer, before he could even open his mouth, Jade slammed her face into his, locked lips with him.

Kip dropped the bottle and it shattered on the floor.

And then Jade shoved him away screaming.

Kip had been concentrating on keep his erection at bay. Jade had her breasts mashed against his chest, and from where Kip was standing, he could see right down in between them, could see the peach fuzz on her belly. A scent rolled off of her like raspberries. The fingers running through his hair and against his scalp felt good. But it was her hand rubbing his chest that was creating the issue in his pants. The acne there sizzled with passion.

Though it was obvious she was only doing this to try and make Zak jealous, Kip didn’t care. He’d take anything he could get. And having Jade Brewster press up against him like this, something he would have never thought possible in a million years, was like a dream.

He didn’t see Gwendolyn there, and had been filled to the brim with disappointment, but this attention from Jade was helping him get over that pretty quickly.

And then the next thing he knew, she was kissing him. As her soft lips pressed up against his, he thought at first it was his imagination. That there was no way in hell this was really happening. Sure, rubbing up against him was one thing, but no girl, especially not Jade, would ever kiss the Toad. Kip couldn’t believe it.

But there she was, face to face with him, lips puckered. They tasted like cherry lip balm. Kip didn’t know he had dropped the bottle until he heard it crash, and in that same instant, something on his lip burst.

His face pulsated with intense pleasure at that moment, radiating out from the massive zit that had been giving him so much trouble for the past week. And it was Jade’s mouth that finally did the thing in.

When Jade screamed and shoved away from him, he was still riding the euphoric spasms in his lip, crackling across his face like static. Then he saw the white glob smeared across her mouth.

Blood trickled down from the open wound on his lip, dripped onto the floor between his feet. Kip wiped it, stared at the amount of blood on his palm. Too much. He wondered if he should be worried, wondered how one zit could bleed so badly, but all he could do was smile, rub his fingers through it until it became sticky.

Jade’s bottom lip quivered as she gagged. Then someone pointed at her face, followed by the gasps and laughter and the collective, “Ewwwwwww!”

“You’ve got pus on your mouth,” one girl said.

Jade wiped it away, dropped to her ass as she stared at the thick white paste in her hand.

Oh god… it got in her mouth.

Kip was ready to leave now. Ready to go home where it was safe and crawl under his bed and never come out again. Nothing could have been worse than this. Even though his flesh still tickled and he still found it difficult to stop grinning, he shot Zak a quick glance that said, “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Zak had the same flabbergasted look as all the others. His attention was fully on Jade, a sneer hooking the corner of his mouth.

But then Zak’s expression changed. Right before Kip’s eyes. It went from shocked amusement to just pure shock. Zak still had his eyes on Jade, so Kip let his gaze coast back to the girl on the floor in front of him.

Jade now had her eyes closed, bottom lip clamped between her teeth. She ran her hands across her body like she was smothering herself with invisible lotion. As her fingertips raced across the fabric of her tight dress, she breathed in quick gasps, as if her skin had become so sensitive that to touch it nearly brought her to orgasm.

What’s happening?

Jade’s eyes burst open—pupils dilated—and they burned a hole right through Kip’s face. She was oblivious to all the others in the room with them, all the whispering and snickering. And then she was on her feet.

Kip thought for sure this was some kind of joke, that she was about to do something to embarrass him. Revenge for squirting a tablespoon’s worth of pus into her mouth, coating her tongue and gums with it like melted plaque.

But it was pure ecstasy etched onto her face, and she stepped forward and slapped her lips against Kip’s again, this time reaching around and cupping both ass cheeks with her hands. A few of the pimples on his backside popped, and he whimpered into her mouth.

Kip barely heard the collective gasp from all the others as Jade’s tongue slithered into his mouth and spun like a helicopter blade. She moaned as she kissed him, swirled her hips. Kip didn’t know what to do with his hands, and they both stuck straight in the air, palms out, as if holding them up for a police officer.

Jade pulled away from him with a loud smacking sound, darting her tongue out one more time and running it across the nest of zits on his chin. Her eyes were half closed, nipples fully erect.

She grabbed Kip’s hands, pressed them up against her breasts, slid that tongue of hers across her lips as if licking up the remnants of whatever pus had been there before.

“More,” she said, her voice low and whispery. “Give me more, Kip.”

Kip could barely breathe as Jade pressed down on his hands, smashing them into her tits. He wanted to squeeze, but he couldn’t make his fingers move.

“I… I…”

“So good… So fucking good.” And then she bit his chin. Clamped her teeth over the zits there, popped them all at the same time. The pus erupted into her mouth, and she rolled her tongue around in the white substance like it was vanilla pudding, her lips tinged red with his blood.

Jade’s knees went weak, and Kip thrust his arms out to make sure she didn’t fall. She gasped, sucked in a lungful of air when Kip grabbed her. The rest of the kids in the house still watched, not sure what they were seeing, nobody making a sound. All just staring, mouths hanging open, eyes wide.

Kip finally looked toward his cousin. Zak stared right at him, his forehead a nest of wrinkles, his head shaking slightly from left to right. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he remained just as silent as all the rest.

Blood dripped from Kip’s chin, and he wiped at it, but could do nothing to slow its flow. But he didn’t care. His flesh was too enraptured for him to care. Every centimeter of his face swirled with delight, and he reached up to his forehead, squeezed one of the larger pimples with his thumb and forefinger until it burst, then held out the glob of pus for Jade like a priest offering a wafer.

This time, she widened her nostril, pressed the other one shut with her fingertip, and snorted the white mound into her nose. She instantly threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut, grunting. Her hands squeezed her breasts, violently, looked like she was trying to tear them free from her chest.

It felt to Kip like he was cumming out of his face. The blood dripped down into his eye, turned the room slightly red for a moment before he wrapped his arm around Jade’s waist, pulled her in, and kissed her deeply. He didn’t think about it, didn’t have to, just reached out and claimed what was his. And he knew she wouldn’t resist, knew she wanted him… needed him.

Jade’s clique stepped up then, eyeing Kip like he was some kind of mythical creature. They looked scared to approach him, but they clearly wanted to get their friend away from him, as if he had done something to her to make her act this way.

The pus. The pus is doing this to her.

When the three girls tried to pull her away, she fought them off, clung to Kip’s shirt like a cat avoiding bathwater.

“No… no! Get away from me.”

“Jade… what’s wrong with you?” Jezebel tried to grab Jade by the elbow, but was shoved off.

“What the fuck did you do?” Sasha said, jabbing a finger into the middle of Kip’s chest. “You put some shit in your drink, man? What did you do to her?”

“I… I didn’t do anything.” Kip’s eyes kept trying to roll as more waves of pleasure rolled over his face. “She did it. I don’t—”

Sasha’s face slammed against Kip’s then. A zit on the side of his face, right on his sideburn, ruptured, spat its custardy contents over Sasha’s cheek. She squealed, shoved away, and it was then that Kip saw that it was Jade who had shoved her friend into him.

“You fucking crazy, bitch! His… his fucking pus got on me!”

Jade grabbed Sasha by the hair, pulled her head back as if she were trying to snap it off. Sasha yelped, mouth wide in pain. Jade’s finger slid across the bloody pus on Sasha’s cheek, and she popped the finger into Sasha’s mouth, rubbed it hard across her teeth and gums, then let her friend fall backward onto the floor.

“Kip!”

Zak’s voice.

In all the excitement, Kip had forgotten about his cousin. Zak weaved his way around the kids, who all seemed to be slowly making their way closer to the Kip.

“Kip… what’s going on? What the fuck’s happening?”

“Oh… oh my god…” Sasha squirmed on the ground, legs kicking, hands exploring her body as if feeling it for the first time. She inhaled sharply, then sat up, stared hard at Kip. “Kip… oh my god.”

Jade pulled Sasha to her feet, gripped her by the back of the neck, and pulled her close. Their tongues wrapped around each other, thrashing in the small space between their mouths.

Kip’s knees went weak as his face thumped with pleasure, and just as he hit the ground, Jezebel dove on top of him. It was as if she couldn’t take her two friends leaving her out, and she slid her tongue over Kip’s face, drinking in the grease, finally pressing hard enough to pop another pimple. The pus was eaten up quick, and it didn’t take long for the high to take effect.

The girls lay on the ground just in front of him, wrestled with each other. Licking and touching and rubbing, all of them with their eyes on Kip, staring deeply into him, pupils the size of dimes. He wanted to join them, to dive into their flesh and let them suck his skin dry, slurp up every ounce of pus in him like a human milkshake.

And then hands were on him from behind, lifting him, pulling him away from his girls. The girls reached for him, Jade now with her breasts free of her dress, begging Kip to come back to her, and he wanted to. He never wanted anything so bad.

“Kip, we need to leave. We need to go right now.”

“No,” Kip said, trying to fight off the hands gripping him hard on the arms, but he wasn’t strong enough. “They want me. Don’t you see? They need me!”

“Kip, fucking stop. We need to go!”

Kip was hauled to his feet, and it was then he noticed all the others. Reaching for him. Calling to him.

“Give me some, Kip. Come on, man!”

“I want to try. Let me try!”

“Don’t hold out on us, Kip.”

And Kip wanted to give it to them. He wanted to give it to all of them, boy or girl. It didn’t matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was that he was wanted, he was desired. After seeing what his pus could do, the trio of girls now almost fully nude and wrestling on the floor, every kid wanted a taste of the Toad.

You can taste me. You can all taste me.

At first, Zak thought it was hilarious when Jade started to kiss Kip. Even when she started freaking out and shoved him away. Sure, Kip might get embarrassed, but he kissed a girl. And not just any girl, but Jade, a girl way out of his league. Zak knew Kip had probably been jerking his dick to Jade fantasies for years, and now he was locking lips with her.

That’s my cousin!

But when she started touching herself, when she got that look on her face, Zak knew something wasn’t right. She was fucked up on something, bath salts or some shit. She looked dangerous, hungry, violent.

Zak’s muscles tensed up when she flung herself at Kip again, dragged her teeth across his chin.

Did she just fucking bite him?

He had been all set to jump in, get his cousin the fuck out of there, but Kip had an expression like he had just busted a nut, and he wiped the blood off his chin and stared at it with a smile on his face.

What the fuck was in that drink?

Zak found himself cemented to his spot as the other girls joined in, and he watched along with everyone else as they started ripping each other’s clothes off and rolling around on the floor together.

But then all the other kids got that hungry look, started to close in on Kip. It was as if they realized that there was something in Kip, something in his skin that was affecting these girls. Making them act like they’d just taken the strongest hit of ecstasy in the history of drugs.

His acne? They were sucking out the pus… oh god…

Even Zak started to feel weird, feeling the old need creeping up on him. He felt like he’d been up all night doing fat rails and had just run out of powder. That antsy, can’t-sit-still feeling. That I-would-fucking-do-anything-for-just-one-more-hit feeling. It was as if Kip’s flesh was spewing pheromones into the air or something, driving everyone in the room crazy. Plus, the trio of girls worked at each other, undulating and moaning. Kissing and sucking and fingering. Eyes all for Kip, soaked and dripping with passion.

We need to leave right now.

Zak didn’t know how to explain what the fuck was happening, but he would think that over later. At the moment, he knew he needed to get him and his cousin the hell out of there, and quickly before the “cool kids” tore Kip apart to get at his candy center.

When Zak put his hands on Kip, he nearly lowered his face to the back of the kid’s neck and sucked the pus out of the massive bush of zits there, their white tips looking like ripe fruit ready to burst, shining with oil, throbbing, surrounded by pink and red. He wanted to suck that pus right out, feel it melt over his tongue like butter, feel it ooze down his throat.

No. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Kip fought him, didn’t want to leave. The kid didn’t sound like himself, was entranced by their classmates calling his name, begging for a hit.

“Kip, fucking stop. We need to go!”

Zak managed to drag his cousin away from the girls, away from the outstretched hands, the horde of students like zombies straight out of a Romero flick. Only instead of brains and flesh, they craved pus and oil.

Even as Kip flailed, did everything in his power to break free of Zak’s grip and run to the kids calling his name, Zak nearly had them out the door. Kip’s arms and elbows kept slamming into Zak’s face and neck, and Kip’s heels collided with Zak’s shins again and again. The door was right behind them, and Zak reached out for it, but before he could wrap his fingers around the knob, it flew open, nearly slammed into him but he dodged it at the last second. The door hit the stopper spring, made a boing sound, and then Chuck walked in, eyed glazed over, face red.

“Well, well. Just the motherfucker I wanted to see.”

The other two jocks strolled in behind Chuck, the same two knuckleheads he sucker punched. Even though he was able to take them before, he knew it was only because he had surprised them, clocked them from behind. Now, he wasn’t so sure. Not only that, but there were other jocks at the party, and Zak was almost positive they’d back up Chuck.

“I’m gonna f-fuck you both up, you hear me? You’re both fucking de…”

Chuck couldn’t even finish his sentence as his eyes landed on Jade and her two friends, all three of them topless now, all three of them in the middle of pleasuring and being pleasured. And not a single person in that house cared. Nobody watched them, except for Zak, Chuck, and his buddies.

All eyes were still on Kip. Smothering him with aching want.

“What the fuck is going on!” Chuck forced his way past Zak and headed straight for Jade. “Put your fucking clothes on!”

She didn’t even acknowledge him. Just kept licking, moaning.

“Chuck?” It was the cheerleader’s voice. Zak couldn’t remember her name, but he knew it was Chuck’s girlfriend. She’d been begging Kip for a hit only minutes before.

Jade finally untangled herself from her friends, did nothing to hide her nudity as she strolled across the room.

Zak tried to rush out the door, but the two jocks stood in his way, both scowling at him, clearly drunk out of their skulls.

Before Zak could stop him, Kip slipped free, sped toward Jade and met her halfway across the room. They locked mouths again, Kip reaching down and cupping her ass as she ran her tongue over his face.

“Somebody tell me what the fuck is going on!” Chuck screamed as his fist smashed through the wall.

“Chuck?”

Oh shit.

When Chuck had gone to visit Chelsea the other night, he thought he had convinced her not to show up at the party. Told her that he wasn’t going to go either, that he had some things to do that night anyway, would meet up with her afterward.

And when he saw her standing there with her cheerleader friends, he could have smacked her. This was supposed to be his night with Jade, not her. And now Jade was on the ground, fucking naked and lesing out with her two ugly ass friends.

Chuck fought off the jealousy coursing through him, held back the urge to grab Jade, cover her up, and run out the door with her. He walked around the girls and straight for Chelsea.

“Chelsea… what are you doing here?”

He expected her to argue with him, ask him something like, “I thought you said you weren’t coming!” but instead she hugged him, had a strange, stoned look in her eye.

There was a potent smell in the air, something that Chuck didn’t recognize, but found very pleasant. He wanted to find the source of the smell and consume it, drown in it. The feeling came over him suddenly, and before he had to ask, Chelsea pointed a quivering finger. Toward Toad.

“It’s him,” she said. “You have to get some for us. Get as much as you can, okay? Hurry! I want it now, Chuck… now!”

“You what? I don’t… I d-don’t understand…”

“In his skin. Ungh… move!” Chelsea had given up on Chuck and was trying to force her way through the crowd, but it looked like everyone wanted the same thing.

Everyone wanted Toad.

And that’s when Chuck saw Jade walking across the room. When she started kissing the Toad, sliding her tongue across his greasy face, Chuck couldn’t take it anymore, didn’t care if Chelsea found out about him and Jade.

His fist flew from his side and punctured the wall. White sheetrock dust drifted to the floor. Chuck’s eyes were locked on Toad, but the little fucker wasn’t paying him any attention, had his hands on Jade’s ass, squeezing.

“Somebody tell me what the fuck is going on!”

A few heads turned his way, but only for a second. They all watched Toad. Watched as Jade used her teeth to pop a zit on his cheek and lick up the gravy.

Then the others started in. One at a time they stepped up to Toad, chose a zit, popped it, sucked up its contents. And they fucking loved it. Looked on the verge of orgasm, eyes rolling back, fists clenched, teeth bared, moaning… everybody moaning and whimpering.

Chuck lost Jade in the crowd, and he started muscling his way through, ready to rip Toad’s acne-covered face right off his skull.

Then Chelsea was there, her mouth pressed up to Toad’s neck, drinking in the pus and oil.

“Motherfucker!”

Chuck lowered his shoulder and surged through the mob. Bodies were slammed into each other, some hitting the floor. Chuck didn’t slow his pace, kept shoving and punching until he had the little twerp right in front of him. There was a guy there now, had Kip’s shirt pulled down at the collar. Shawn. The starting point guard on the basketball team. Shawn used his thumbnails to rupture a massive, pulsating red pimple on Toad’s chest. The white pus burst out and Shawn eagerly ate it up.

“What the fuck!” Chuck’s knuckles found Shawn’s face first, knocked him out of the way, but when the guy hit the ground, he was smiling, giggling. Then Toad’s shirt was bunched up in Chuck’s fists, and he lifted the little fucker right off his feet.

Toad had a strange look to him too, eyes soft and lazy, no sign of fear as Chuck tightened his grip and glared into the nerd’s face. There was something tickling the back of his mind though, something that told him he didn’t want to hurt Toad, that he needed him. That he should protect him instead, make sure nothing ever happened to him.

But he fought the alien thoughts away, cocked his head back, and thrust it forward. His forehead smashed into the middle of Toad’s forehead, popping at least three zits there, splattering his flesh with red and white. The nerd hit the ground then, his dreamy fucking expression gone, pain taking over. The boy clutched his face, and Chuck mounted him, sat right on his stomach and was ready to pummel his head into a smear.

Hands and fingers and arms tried to fight him off, but not to stop him from hurting Kip. They wanted Chuck out of the way so they could get at the kid’s skin. They called for the pus, begged to have that acne in their mouths.

Is everybody fucking insane all of a sudden?

Toad’s eyes widened when he saw Chuck raise both fists in the air.

And then cold metal touched Chuck’s temple, pressed hard.

“Get the fuck off him. Now.”

Chuck didn’t have to turn his head to know it was Zak. The other kids ignored the gun, and Zak pulled the barrel away from Chuck’s head long enough to fire a round into the ceiling, then placed the now hot metal back to Chuck’s temple.

Now the kids were all backing away, leaving Chuck alone on top of Toad.

“Get the fuck off, asshole.”

Chuck held his hands up and moved away. He backed up, keeping his eyes on Zak until he collided with the wall of bodies behind him. The rest of the students shook, still called out for Kip, but didn’t dare move toward him.

Jerrod and Cash still stood by the door, and Zak pointed his gun at them, jabbed the air with it.

“Move the fuck outta the way.”

They did, joined the rest of the students on the other side of the house. In that small moment when the gun was pointed the other direction, some of the kids moved toward Toad again, licking their lips and caressing themselves. One of them was Jade, another Chelsea.

When Zak saw them approaching, he swung the gun back toward them, had to fire another bullet to get their full attention. The girls and the rest of the kids moved back.

Zak collected the Toad and ran off. Tires peeled out only seconds later.

The kids that didn’t get a taste crumbled to the floor, pounding fists and kicking, scraping nails across their faces and crying out for Kip to come back. The ones who swallowed mouthfuls of pus still undulated on the floor, a few couples fucking and sucking and kissing and rubbing.

Chuck turned toward the crowd, found Jade and Chelsea pressed against the far corner, Jade crouched just in front of Chelsea, licking, tickling. Chelsea grinned and bucked, then her eyes popped open and she glared at Chuck, and he knew he should have been pissed to see his girls going at it like that, leaving him out completely.

But the tingling on his forehead wouldn’t let him focus on anything else. It felt like a thousand electric maggots wiggling into his skin, and he blinked slow, smiled. Just a second ago, he was ready to pound Kip’s face into pulp. But now… now he wanted the kid back. Never wanted him to leave again. Not ever.

Chuck wiped his hand across his forehead. Wet. Thick.

The inside of his fingers was painted red and white, smearing together into a pink sludge. He gave it a long sniff before running his tongue across the goop, letting it marinate his mouth and tongue and gums and throat.

Chelsea smiled, motioned for him to come to her with her finger. Jade pulled her face away, now glistening, and she raised an eyebrow at him, let her tongue slide across her incisors.

As the pulsating high took over his body, Chuck dove right in.