Generation Jungle

Chapter Two

Chapter 2

Taylor Alexandra Macklin

The whole entire dorm was pulsing at this point. I looked over to see my smoking hot boyfriend, Mark, pouring us some more "punch." Yeah, they say to never drink an open beverage at a party, because it will be spiked. I know that the punch had some hardcore liquor in it, and I was more than prepared to chug that shit. I was already a little tipsy, and my room was only across the hall, so why the fuck not?

"Babe!" Mark shouted across the room, drunkenly walking over to me with two plastic cups, filled to the brim with sticky and delicious alcohol. "I got yo-you some p-punch!" he leaned over and kissed me sloppily, dancing in time with the loud music and trying to fit in with the crowd. As he moved I became even more aroused. He looked super sexy in his Ralph Lauren shirt that I bought him for his birthday. It was like, the sexiest thing he owned.

"Hey, Tay!" I heard someone shout, and I shot my head in that direction, taking a swig of the burning liquid. It was Mitchell, the host of this party, and might I add, a killer brewer. He was the maker of this sweet punch, which he called, "Fire." Accurate, considering your throat literally burned at one sip. It was hard to swallow, but so fucking delicious you just couldn't help but down some more. "How do you like the party?" he asked, clearly more sober than anyone else here. Lame.

"It's g-great." I replied, suddenly realizing that I had a slight slur in my words. Oh well, the drunker the better. I had only one class tomorrow, and it was at noon, so I could definitely afford a little bit of fun. "I l-love this p-p-punch!" I nodded, taking a huge gulp of it. I felt my brain begin to get fuzzy.

"Sweet!" Mitchell grabbed my hand, danced with me for about half a second, and was gone. I giggled uncontrollably as Mark came to my side, furiously kissing my neck.

"Let me k-know if that p-p-punk ass kid t-tries to t-t-touch you a-again!" He yelled angrily, kissing my collarbone and spilling a little bit of the punch down my shirt. I didn't mind- it would just make me sticky and even sweeter for Mark to enjoy later.

"Alright babe, I'll t-t-tell you." I kissed his lips, licking them quickly before I bounced off to see my friend, Lola, who was much more drunk than me.

"H-hey Taylor! H-h-hows-s-s it goin?" She raised her cup and it sloshed back down onto her lap, narrowly missing the joint she was smoking. "W-wanna-a puff?"

"Y-you know it." I winked at her, sitting down beside her on the bed. "Give me t-that shit!" we both laughed as I took in a huge breath of the smelly marijuana. I blew it out slowly, feeling it as it seared my throat slightly, which I didn't mind at all.

"G-guess what?" Lola began, taking the joint and sucking on it. "I got s-s-something even b-better-r!" she whipped out a small clear bag, which was filled with fine, white powder and a razor blade. Even in my drunken state, I recognized it as cocaine. "W-wanna-a-a do a l-l-line with m-m-me?"

I hesitated at first, a little nervous. I was a party girl, for sure, and I loved nothing more than getting drunk off my ass, (besides fucking Mark, of course.) but I wasn't too big on the whole drug scene. Besides weed, I hadn't really done much. But lately, like once I started here at BU, I had been getting into bigger stuff, like cocaine. And honestly, just thinking about it turned me on more than Mark ever could. "H-hell yeah! Give me s-some-e of th-th-that shit!"

Lola poured some out, and started chopping it up into two fine lines. I reached into my pocket and took out two dollar bills, crisp and ready to be rolled. I began curling them up as she continued to vigorously chop, and I felt my heart start to race even more. The thought of the sensation of this coke was making my brain go into hypermode.