Kenzie Ziegler moves to a new school because she finds herself in the midst of danger, she plans to finish her last year of highschool. That is until she meets Johnny Orlando.
Johnny Orlando, your classic bad boy, he's everything everyone says he i...
It seems as though the more time that passes -- and the closer we get to McDonalds -- Kenzie's "intoxication", if that's even what we call it, is only getting worse and more complicated.
I look over to see her sliding around in her seat back and forth as though she's trying to get comfortable... or maybe she's trying to dance to the radio. Her movements are slow and distracted. I notice out of the corner of my eye, the little glimmer on her belt begin to move and upon me looking. She's pulling the belt out of her loops.
"What are you doing?" Part of me was really hoping she wasn't just going to start stripping in the car, where as the inner guy in me was practically begging she would.
"Relax, mister grumpers," She finally, after a couple minutes of struggling, pulled it off and tossed it on the floor in front of her. "I'm trying to get comfortable." She finished stating before she turned off her movements and leaned backwards.
Since unfortunately, the nearest McDonald's was about half an hour in the opposite direction, it lengthened our car trip that much more. After eating and hoping she was satisfied because i couldn't help but continue to worry when this shit wasn't getting out of her system.
About 20 minutes away from my place, I see her body start shaking. "You cold?" I grab my jacket out from in between the seats because her messy sleepy pushed it over, and laid it over her legs. She slipped it off and it landed on the floor, but instead of reacting or saying anything she just stared at it.
Her face was starting to get a little more rosy than usual and it seemed as though her forehead was slightly damp. I gently pushed her back against her headboard and put my hand on her forehead.
"Shit, you're burning up, Kenz!" Pulling over off the empty freeway, I unbuckled my seat and walked over to the passengers side and opened the door.
I finally got a good look at her without balancing my eyes on the road. Her face was heating up, her eyes were bloodshot like red paint, her lips were slightly parted and her movements were so frail. I held my fingers against her wrist to feel a gentle pulse much slower than it should be. "Fuck okay I'm gonna get you home okay?" Her head rolled to the side to look at me and she nodded.
Running back over to the drivers side I jumped in and accelerated back onto the road.
She started turning the a/c nob's and pointing all the fans towards her but she was only sweating more. "What the hell?" I couldn't hide my concern and I was hoping it wouldn't freak her out.
"I'm so fucking hot." Her hand was flapping in front of her fanning her off so I could pressed harder on the gas.
She began unclipping the front clasps of her corset until it went all the way down her body. She pulled it off and laid it with my jacket. Her hands went down to her shorts and she unbuttoned them and slid them down her thighs.
Fuck.
Try telling my inner 'horny teenage man boy child' to stop being a hormonal maniac while your mind is also worried as fuck.
Pulling into my driveway I got out and went straight to the passengers where Kenz had again, fallen asleep.
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She wasn't leaving anything to my imagination in the baby blue lingerie she was wearing suddenly I was glad she wasn't awake to see my pants tighten. I took my jacket over her shoulders and wrapped it around her like a blanket just to get her inside.
I headed up the stairs straight for my room and sat her in bed. Luckily her temperature began to normalize and her heartbeat did too. I pulled up the sheets and blankets over her and she instantly grabbed then turning to her side and curling up into a ball.
My phone started to buzz so I grabbed it and took a step outside my room. It was Diaz.
"What do you have?" I asked him in a hushed tone careful not to wake her up, I shut the door.
"Luckily it's nothing I haven't seen before."
"But?"
"But... it was date rape drugs-"
"Fuck." I couldn't help but interrupt him when he said that. Someone was trying really hard to fuck with her and probably didn't notice I was there watching and protecting her, well trying to.
"Multiple actually?"
"Wait what?" Multiple? "Multiple?" I asked, "As in more than one?"
"Yeah, never seen anything quite like it. Her drink was laced with GHB, Rohypnol, and Special K. All that shit mixed with alcohol, I can't quite imagine what it's been like for the both of you."
"Jesus christ isn't that super fucking dangerous."
"No Shit, Orlando. Keep a close eye on her, if she seizes take her to the fucking hospital okay, she could fall into a coma, but if the effects are typical like sleepiness, forgetfulness, drowsiness, weakness she should be fine. She'll be super relaxed and pretty detached from reality and doubtfully will know what she's doing half the time. She'll have troubles controlling her muscles, and loss of inhibitions and consciousness is normal. So is throwing up which could happen when she wakes up and it's finally coming out of her system. Tonight is going to be rough for you, she'll probably spend most of the night hallucinating."
"Thank you Diaz-" Everything he said was being absorbed into my head and i was freaking out for her. I heard a crash come from inside the room. "Shit I have to go."
"Don't worry about it man, good luck."
I hung up and swung the door open to see Kenzie leaned up against my dresser with her arm on top of it. I came in, closed the door and leaned up against it, for now it was just drowsy, drunk Kenz. She laughed as soon as I leaned back.
"Dude walking is fucking hard." She lifted her arm off in a fit of giggles and her body started leaning over about to fall. My reflexes had me thrown off the wall and catching her before her body hit the floor.
"You shouldn't be walking, Kenz" Worried but I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh at her clumsiness.
"I had to pee." Holding her up I carried her into the bathroom and closed the door to give her some privacy.
"Come out as soon as your done." I said.
She peaked her head out, messy hair toppled on one side with her tits peeking out past the door. "Yes sir." She saluted before laughing and closing the door.
Less than a minute later, she came out and ran across the room diving into the bed, luckily I wasn't laying down I was in front of my dresser slipping my sweatpants on and pulling my shirt off.
"Come here." She laid facing me, stomach down and her pouty face on a pillow. Fuck that's adorable.
I came over and sat next to her and she rolled to have her head on my lap.
"What's happening to me?" The worry in her eyes came through her widened, intoxicated pupils.
I was scared to tell her in this state but even more scared to tell her what happened since I was supposed to be watching her. "I-"
