1. Jasper Coombs

The air is thick. The windows of his bedroom door are closed. The door is locked. Minor details in comparison to the real situation. It’s a hot and heavy Massachusetts Friday night. And for Jasper Coombs, it’s all about one thing. Paisley Morton. And she’s in his bed, straddling his body, breathing heavily in his ear, wearing nothing but her underwear. It’s been all about Paisley Morton for almost 3 weeks now. She’s held out on him for that long. Most girls take a usual span of 3 days to a week for Jasper. But the only girl on his mind right now is Paisley Morton.

Paisley and her soft brown hair.

Paisley and her peachy skin, now beading with sweat.

Paisley and her pink silk underwear that Jasper is about to tear off like they were shreds.

It’s all about Paisley Morton.

2. Brody Jameson and his obsession with Fire

Brody takes swig from his bottle as he anxiously shifts his weight from left to right. He rolls up the sleeve of his blue Lacoste polo and glances at his expensive early birthday back to school Rolex. Fifteen minutes. He licks his lips, his brown eyes surveying his companions with interest. It’s a strange crowd that’s gathered on this night. His best friend, Caleb ‘Cale’ Coombs is standing to his left with his arm wrapped around his chatty girlfriend, Hazel Ferris. Cale looks just as excited as Brody, only perhaps, a little more cautious. Hazel is babbling on as usual. Because she’s nervous Brody thinks to himself, and smirks.

Brody is not nervous.

Brody has been waiting for 11:40pm at Friday night for almost three months now.

Waiting, yearning, craving…

He’s addicted already by the mere thought.

And it’s less then fifteen minutes away.

Beside Hazel are the three regulars. Sarah Bass. Brent Holmes. Tracey McPherson. All of them up for any crazy twisted trip or raging party.

Brody’s lips form a deeper smirk as he turns to the last of the company. The new girl. Her long, red hair hangs loosely around her waist. Brody watches as she takes a drag from her cigarette. Trying to look like she just doesn’t give a fuck. Like this isn’t even a big deal, she’s done shit like this before. Her spindly fingers curl around the cigarette and flick the ashes away. Brody sniggers. The girl turns and shoots him a look. He clears his throat.

“How much longer are you gonna make us wait for this shit?” She sighs, tossing back her red fringe.

“This shit?” Brody scoffs. “Girl, do you even know what ‘this shit’ is?”

This catches her slightly off guard. She takes a stab at making a recovery.

“Sarah said some boys were moving some new drug on the market. I’m interested. But really, it’s so good you have to wait for a specific time?”

“That’s how it works.” Cale interrupts, speaking for the first time in the past ten minutes. “You have to keep it in freeze for a solid 12 hours after liquidizing or else it will react badly.”

Hazel immediately cuts off her endless ramble. She's listening closley now.

The redhead turns to Cale and cocks an eyebrow at him.

“My connection has been working on this stuff for three months solid. It’s brand new prototype. Bigger and better then anything you’ve ever tried, 100 satisfaction guaranteed.”

“We’ll have to see about that.” She grumbled, hugging her black jacket closer to her body.

Brody and Cale exchange glances.

“You seem to lack faith in our product.” Brody muses.

“Have you ever tried it?” She retorts, glaring at him.

“Not yet. It’s brand new. This is the first batch. It’s been tested however, I assure you. And the results are off the charts.” He adds the last bit, noticing Sarah and Tracey glance nervously at each other.

“What’s it supposed to do?” Sarah asks, her normal squeaky tone raising several octaves.

Cale grins. Excitement flat out rules his expression.

“Make you feel like a fucking god.”

“Unstoppable.” Brody adds for effect.

Sarah, Brent and Tracey nod at each other eagerly.

Ten minutes.

“Is it safe?”

“Having second thoughts Red?” Brody laughs.

“My name is London.” The girl spits irritably. “And no, I’m not.”

“Good. Because this stuff is prime XX and it doesn’t come cheap.”

The conversation dies out. The small fire they have lit flickers and cackles, filling the air with smoky anticipation. Brody is counting 8, counting, 7, counting 6. Cale’s hands hover over the chrome coloured case, twitching every so often.

And they’re counting 5, counting 4…

Brody jumps up and down to get his blood pumping. He cracks his knuckles, tilts his neck.

And he’s counting 3...

Three minutes.

Cale turns to Hazel, murmuring softly in her ear.

“How do you want to take it?”

“I’m kinda nervous.” She whispers.

“Doug says the pill is less intense. It’ll still be wild though. You up for it?”

“Yeah, of course. Sure. I’ll take the pill.”

“Good girl.”

He kisses her.

They’re counting 2…

“Almost time. Everybody ready?”

Murmurs and nods pass around the campfire. The flames dance on flickering shadows.

Cale takes a key from his pocket and unlocks the case. He reaches in. Brody’s stomach leaps with anticipation.

Cale pulls out three sleek black bags. From the first he pulls the pills, passing one to Hazel. It’s small, no bigger then a penny, and chalky white.

“Looks like E.” London remarks.

“Its not.” Brody snaps.

She shuts up.

“Who else wants the pill before I get out the needles?” Cale asks.

“Wait—“ London cuts in. “Needles? I thought you said this shit was being frozen for 12 hours.”

“It is.” Brody grins triumphantly. “You can’t freeze this drug once it becomes a liquid. Freezing is just the name of the storing process. The pills are the drug pre-liquidized. ”

For the first time that night, London can’t hide the fact that she’s impressed.

Brent, Sarah and Tracey all take the pills from Cale.

“Your sure your up for the needle Red?” Brody asks, giving Cale a reproachful look.

“Get me fucked up.” She grins.

“Alright, if you insist.” Brody winks at her.

“Hook her up.” Cale says and tossing some rubbing tubing to Brody.

Brody steps close to London as he sizes her up. Their eyes meet as Brody reaches for her outstretched arm. Her skin is smooth and cold. He slaps it gently to get the blood flowing, not removing his gaze. Brody and Cale know the night will end in pair up. The drug is supposed to increase your sex drive to unthinkable amounts. Doug said to never take it without a chick you can fuck; you’ll drive yourself crazy.

Brody ties the rubber band tightly around her arm. Her veins are blue and pumping blood. Just begging for some sweet injection.

“What’s the time?” Brody asks.

“11:39” Cale replies. “One minute.”

And they’re counting one.

Cale and Brody finish setting up and get the needles ready. The silvery chrome and green shimmering liquid swirls in the needle tauntingly. Brody has been waiting for this for three months.

Less then a minute.

“Okay.” Cale grins. “Let’s do this shit.”

Brody leans in and breathes in London’s ear.

“Get ready to fly.”

And he plunges in needle deep into her pale skin.

Play with fire, and you'll get burned.

3. Oliver Seaver

Tonight I’m missing the party. Tonight I’m in charge of pushing our new drug at the bar. Tonight I’m flying solo, sitting by myself at the bar looking like a poor slob drinking my beer all alone.

All because of stupid Paisley fucking Morton.

I guess it’s not really her fault. It’s Jasper’s fault. Jasper get’s like that with girls. But I’ve never seen him this bent out of shape for one before. She’s all he’s been talking about lately. Paisley Morton has a nicer ass then the entire lacrosse team. Paisley Morton looks like a porn star I saw on a pay per view in the 9th grade. No, Paisley looks better.

Paisley this, Paisley that.

It’s all about Paisley Morton.

And tonight he’s finally gotten her. He’s probably whispering his sweet nothings in her ear right now, as his hand slides down her pants.

Jasper was supposed to be doing the sale with me tonight. But now I’m all alone. I’m considering finishing the rest of my beer, paying by tab and calling it a night. The shiny rack of needles I have concealed in my coat can wait until tomorrow. I’m a bit skeptical of this new shit Doug has sent us anyway. I’m about to get up, go back to my dorm, and forget about this whole thing. Maybe even think about writing my lit paper.

But then I see her.

I see her and going home is no longer an option.

Good nights sleep; lit paper and maybe even a hot bath are completely out of the question.

This girl.

Shoulder length blonde hair. I prefer brunettes, but still. Short skirt. Cow boy boots. Seems like a typical skank at a bar on the Friday night. But then she turns around, and I see her eyes. They look hungry, longing, almost desperate. Like she’s got an itch. She slowly makes her way to the bar, alone.

I can’t stop watching.

My fingers subconsciously close over the needles in my jacket pocket.

Her eyes have met mine now. Blue reflecting in her martini glass.

Don’t fret precious I’m here…

She’s fucked. Tripping on something. The sweaty hair, chewing on the cheek and glassy eyes give it away.

But still I wonder...

Couldn’t she use a little more?

I finish my beer. I stand up. She looks at me.

And I know, tonight is going to be a good time after all.

4. All about Paisley Morton

Paisley Morton is from New York.

Paisley Morton has a flawless record.

Paisley Morton wants to be a doctor and go to Yale.

Paisley Morton has a 95 grade average.

Paisley Morton has secrets.

Paisley Morton has the nicest green eyes.

Paisley Morton will probably be valedictorian and prom queen.

Jasper Coombs knows all these things.

He also knows Paisley Morton has a wild side.

Paisley Morton likes to party.

She likes to drink.

She likes to smoke.

She likes a rush.

Jasper knows all of this.

He looks at the clock.

“Hey,” he asks softly. “You wanna take something before we—”

“What is it?” Her green eyes spark with interest.

The best drug on the market, maybe he tells her. Or a twisted form of E. Or maybe he just says it’ll make this feel amazing. Or maybe he doesn’t say anything at all.

But Jasper Coombs will reach for his bedside table for two penny sized pills and a condom.

And Paisley Morton won’t ask questions. She’ll go along for the ride.

5. Red

Cale goes first. Brody goes last. Brody pumps the drug deep into Cale’s veins. Cale closes his eyes in revelry. The long, painstaking months and dollars had finally paid off. The moment had come. Before the drug began to take deeper effect, Cale tied up Brody and grabbed the last needle, piercing his friend’s skin as it sunk into the vein.

Oh, the rush. The clarity of sheer drug induced bliss.

I glance over at the four who took the pill. The girls are wide-eyed and giggling softly. Their voices seem to accelerate and slow, become loud and then soft. I can feel my heart screaming at me, pounding in my chest. I want to run. I take a look at Red. She’s tripping hard and I can tell she’s dying to run too. There’s nothing else to do but run.

I turn to Cale, he nods, motioning that he’s going to stay with Hazel.

The cliffs, I say. Red nods vigorously, as she runs her hands through her hair and bites her lip. My body quivers involuntary. I don’t wait for her to start. I take off, feeling the pulse of my body as it crashes through the woods. I am alive, oh so alive. It’s dark and I can’t see shit, but my senses appear to have heightened to such extremes I run into nothing.

I am unstoppable, reckless. Nothing can break me.

I reach the cliffs in record time. Red caught up pretty quick; she’s standing beside me breathing hard.

“My god you were right.” She moans. “This is good shit.”

I grab her by the waist and pull her to the ground.

No more talking, I say. We don’t have to talk.

We’re both sitting, her legs wrapped around mine, her hands on my waist. My hands, inching up the back of her jacket.

Oh, this drug induced bliss.

My head is pounding like crazy. The only sounds that fill my ears are the deep, erratic breaths from Red and my own chest. Her mouth is warm and hungry, almost ravenous.

I feel hot. Sweltering. Clothes must come off, off, off. Red seems to feel the same way.

It’s a mess of tongues, legs and limbs. Clothes are flying everywhere. I feel like fucking superman. I could jump off the cliff and fly for miles right now. Red’s breathing hotly in my air as she yanks off my belt.

Oh sweet drug addicting bliss…

6. Clark

She says her name is Clark. Her honey blonde hair is even softer looking up close. Every strand dances and shimmers in the light.

I don’t want to go home tonight, she says. I’m just too much of a mess.

Her skin is warm.

Smooth like a worn pebble, washed deep by the sea.

My high thread count Egyptian cotton sheets are coarse in comparison to her skin.

This drug creates an inner heat wave.

It rips at your lungs, telling you to move. Get going! Make something of the night.

The bed is oh so warm.

And she's so warm, so soft.

I am in love for a night.