Ecstasy

Johnson

My body fires up. Every nerve is on edge. I'm shot with adrenaline. I jump away from Gilinsky, hastily rubbing my mouth and throwing on clothes. Even with my clouded head, I can still think through that much. I'm getting a lot better at thinking while on eccy.
"Uhm... which Jack?" I call out, even though I already know who it is. Gods, why did I promise Mallory sex?
"Jack, you know which one. Can I come in?" Mal is trying to force the chair away from the door, and I shoot a glance at Gilinsky. He's still straightening himself up, and he shakes his head in a frantic way.
"Uh, no! No! You may not come in! Sorry. I want some time alone, okay? Maybe some other time?" I gesture at Jack to go hide in the clothes racks, because knowing Mallory, she's going to come in anyway.
"Aw, but Jack, you promised..." Gilinsky burrows deep into the costumes, and Mallory finally pushes the door open. She smiles and snakes her way over to me, giving me intense sex eyes. Displeasure mingled with fear and disgust wash over me, and I feel like all affects of the Ecstasy have worn off. "Come on, baby. Let's celebrate," Mal presses her lips against mine, and the salty taste of her mouth brings back my earlier mood. "Mmm, you taste funny. But not bad... good," Mal smiles, and I can't help but laugh. Cause, yeah, I totally wasn't sucking my boyfriend's dick off a few minutes ago. And she didn't just say that she liked the way his come tastes. Off in the clothes, I can hear Gilinsky huffing with laughter, and Mal can too.
"What's that?" Her head snaps towards the racks, and she narrows her eyes.
"Oh! Uh! Nothing!" I say, very smoothly.
Mallory glares at me, then nods. "Okay," she moves back to my lips, and I kiss her back, until there's a slight disgusted coughing from the racks. "Actually, on second thought, Mal, could you leave? I'm not feeling too well, and my party is in an hour..." I trail off my sentence, hoping to distract her from the ever-growing presence of Other Jack.
Mallory glares at me, then at the rack, then stalks off towards the door. "Okay, have fun, faggots."
Okay, I've got to admit. That hurt. Jack crawls out of the rack and stares at me, anxiety clear in his eyes.
I sit on the chair and sigh, rubbing my eyes. I had more of a headache now, and I really wish I hadn't been taking so much drugs. "Come on, Jack. Get dressed and fix yourself up so we can go."
Gilinsky gives me a puzzled look, but he nods and does as I say. I watch him amiably get dressed, and I exit the room before him, walking back to my parents.
"Oh, Jack, you don't look so well!" My mother stares into my eyes, and puts a hand to my forehead. I can feel the cool metal of her rings against my skin, and I shrug. "Just a headache, mom." I say, and she nods.
A few moments later, Gilinsky joins us, and he stares at me intently before turning to his father to talk. I turn away from him and towards my mother and father, and see all warmth melting off my mother's face. She's staring at Jack, and mixture of disbelief and fiery rage crossing her eyes. Then she turns to look back at me, then at Jack, her eyes growing colder and more malicious by the minute. I feel a chill run down my spine.
"No!"