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Teenage Dirtbag PT1

Highschool AU

Little bit of smut, underage drinking, drugs, underage smut and age gap, sort of non-con, pre-mutation Wade

Word count: 880

Wade pulled on his boots, standing and looking himself over. He'd been invited to the biggest party of the year.
As a sophomore, being invited to a senior's party was a massive deal. And the hottest football player at school's party? Almost never. When he deemed himself ready, he walked down stairs. His best friend, Weasel, was already waiting outside; in his rundown Chevy truck. Weasel was a year older than Wade, and already had his license. He was the one that had gotten them into the party in the first place. As they got in, they chatted excitedly to each other.

"Do you think Venessa will be there? She's so hot," Wade sighed. Venassa was one of the most popular girls in there highschool, a year older then Wade, and she was known for throwing it around and sleeping with anyone. Maybe he had a shot.

***

They got to the party, and the front lawn was already littered with drunk kids around a giant fire.

"This is gonna be... epic," Weasel stared in awe.

They got out of the car, pushing through the crowd and into the house. They pushed through the sweaty bodies, mumbling excuses. The room was thick with the scent of weed and sexual tension, and a thin layer of smoke hung in the air. They made it to the drink table, and there he was.

Logan Howlett. The drop dead gorgeous, best senior quarterback in the history of their school. If Wade was gay, that's the kind of guy he would be into.

Standing beside Logan is his best friend and best linebacker, Scott summers; with his arm slung around his girlfriend, Jean Grey, the head of the cheer team. They were high school royalty. if John Rudder secondary school had a hall of fame, it would just be them. They were perfect. Wade dreamed of being like them one day.

Last Wade had heard, Logan had recently broken up with his girlfriend, Ororo Munroe, over some stupid argument, and he was back on the market. Wade hoped he could get to Venessa first.

Weasel's friends call him over, and he mumbles a half ass apology to Wade before leaving him alone at the biggest party of his life.

***

Wade wandered around for a while, sipping punch and chatting with people he didn't know.  Someone offered him a joint, and he took it greatfully, pulling out his lighter and pushing his way outside. He lit up, leaning over the balcony of some random bedroom as he smoked. He heard footsteps behind him, turning around. He blinked in surprise, trying to catch up with his thoughts in his fuzzy state.

"Logan?" He mumbled, his words a little slurred.

"I've been lookin' for you," Logan whispered.

"Me?" Wade furrowed his brow.

"Yea," there was an awkward pause.

"I like you Wade," Logan whispered, his hand cupping the younger boy's face.

"Me?!" Wade repeated, his mouth hanging open. His brain was all jumbled.

"Yeah, why do you think I invited you to this stupid party?" The older boy chuckled, his other hand travelling to Wade's buttcheek. Wade was too stoned and drunk to really register what was happening, so he leaned closer to Logan and giggled.

"I think your really hot," he regretted those words for only a moment before the alcohol in his veins gave him a boost of confidence. "I wanna have sex with you,"

"Ok Wade, we can do that later, for now, let's go enjoy the party," Logan rested a hand on his lower back, taking him back inside.

***

"What is that?" Wade asked. He, Scott, Jean and Logan were in a circle on the bathroom floor, just talking, before Scott pulled out some pills.

"Molly, a sexxx drug." He giggled.

Wade hesitated, biting his lip. Logan had been pretty touchy feely with him pretty much all night, and he had a feeling how things were going to end. They passed the bottle around, till it reached him. He hesitated again, looking at the pills in his hand.

"Come on bub, it'll be fun," Logan whispered in his ear, assuring him. He popped the pills in his mouth, swallowing them. Everyone cheered.

"Your a spunky little guy, welcome to the cool kids," Scott offered him a fist bump, and he accepted it with a grin, his heart beating a mile a minute. He was a cool kid.

It didn't take long for the Molly to hit, and he clung to Logan, stumbling through the crowd.

"Your so pretty! I think I love you..." Wade mumbled as Logan helped him up the stairs. They passed Weasel on the way, who stopped when he saw Wade, under Logan's arm.

"I'm going home, are you coming?" Wade noticed tear steaks on his best friend's face, but he just didn't why.

"Come on wease, have a little fun! Don't be a party pooper" Wade babbled.

"You know what Wade, fuck you, and have fun with your new friends," weasel glared at Logan, before running off.

"Ignore him, he's just jealous," Logan assured him. Wade frowned, but nodded, and they continued there journey up the stairs.