Iniquitous
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Location: Home -->Jessi’s House with Nobody --> @iiCupcakeCraver
Once Travis had finished his conversation with the Athletes, he led his fellow badasses on a school wide attack against teachers and students alike. Stink bombs were placed in the teachers’ lounge, the air vents were filled with rotting fish, and lockers were tied together with string and locks, forcing several periods to be canceled while maintenance dealt with the mess. To some, the badasses were heroes, others jackasses, but almost everyone appreciated the free period, especially after a night of heavy drinking. It was all thanks to the janitor, a doddering old European man Travis had taken a liking to. They’d smoke after school and exchange childhood stories of days spent climbing trees and rolling down hills. There was no pressure in their conversations, just words exchanged freely and genuinely, but there wasn’t time for that today. Travis had spent the entire day toying with the bag in his pocket, waffling between committing to his sobriety and forgiving himself, and allowing himself a brief respite in the comforting embrace of vice. He had succeeded in conquering his desire, up until the moment he wrapped the tourniquet around his arm and stuck the needle in his flesh.
The following hours passed in a blur of color and sensation, where Travis sat alone in the dark, wrapped in the feeling of his own thoughts. Everything was bliss, more peaceful, more powerful than cocaine. There were no consequences, no guilt, not anger, just pure fire coursing through his veins, undulating across his nervous system. And it was joy, until the high began to fade and his eyes opened. It was gradual, a slow dissolve of the beauty and emotion, until he was left empty and alone, in the darkness of his room. The bag was still in his pocket, but he didn’t think of it as he dressed, only stared at his fingers as they moved. One button, then another. Then came his shirt and his pants, gliding across languid limbs, until he was dressed with no recollection. Travis called his father’s driver and had her drop him off a few blocks away from the party. He pulled out his phone and sent Adam a quick text.
Adam
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Not sure if I missed ya, but I headed over to the party. I can send my old man’s car service over if you still need a ride.
He headed inside and went straight for the bar, where he took two shots and made himself a drink—Jack on the rocks. He was comfortable, like he was floating high above the noise of the crowd, above the gyrating people and the messy make outs. He took a sip of his drink until he spotted Gwen over the rim of his glass looking uncomfortable. He glided towards her and inclined his head. He had talked to her a few times and noticed her a handful more. He loved the way she looked, porcelain skin and deep soulful eyes. She was mysterious, gliding through school untouched by Kingdom Chrest’s pollution. Travis prided himself on reading people, but Gwen alluded him.
”You look good, Gwen. I like that color on you. Brings out your eyes.” He smiled and took another swig of his drink. ”But you don’t look like you’re having much fun. He gestured to a couple enthusiastically making out along the wall and grinned. This not your scene?”
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