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.
—8—
“Where are we going?” Kip opened the passenger door, looked ready to jump from the car.