Morphine

Chapter One

The two cars careened off the road and rolled to a stop after a lot of screaming from both vehicles. When the dust cleared, the riders in the blue Ford Focus checked to make sure each other were okay.

The members of the Dodge pickup truck swarmed the little car, scaring the passengers. They beat on the windows, screaming words no one had any hope of understanding.

The driver held up his cell phone. "Go away or I'm calling the police!" His hand shook.

A bored youth from the truck, Marceline Anne Taylor-Jones rolled her green eyes and opened the door. She snatched the phone and threw it against the nearest tree. "Learn to lock your doors, dumbass."

He gulped. "What are you going to do with us?"

She made a considering face. "See that's up to Bruiser. He's been itching to cause a mess. Are you that mess, yuppie?"

He shook his head.

"Guess you're not that dumb." She pinched his cheek.

"You can play with him later, Monster." Bruno "Bruiser" Montella opened the back door. "As for you wienies, empty your pockets."

The car's occupants were in the process of handing over their possessions when Tiana "Byrd" Robinson whistled sharply. "Cops!"

"Shit!" Bruiser swore. "Alright, act natural! If you even wink, you'll see my special friend." He opened his leather jacket to reveal a gun.

The terrified teens nodded.

"Monster, Byrd, get inside. Lap up with these idiots. Spaz, Mighty, look under the hood. Come on, Class President. Pop the hood on this piece of shit."

Cory Hart, the driver, got out and opened the hood. Bruiser, Tim "Spaz" Spunilo and Greg "Mighty" Wilson followed him.

Marceline Anne and Byrd got in the backseat and sat on the two boys in the back's laps. The girl in the middle was uncomfortable but the girl in the front seat glared.

The boys, Chase MacDonald and Malcolm Chang were each captivated by the girls on their laps.

Byrd wrapped her arms around Chase's shoulders. She puckered her lips and winked at him.

He grinned widely, ignoring the look from the teen in the front seat.

Malcolm stared at Marceline Anne, who was looking out the back window. She frowned and got out, only to get back in, this time facing Malcolm. Her knees squeezed his legs as she tried to get comfortable.

Malcolm was enthralled by her pretty face. Unlike Byrd and the girls with him, she wasn't wearing makeup. But her beauty still knocked him back. Her face was round with high cheekbones and full chubby cheeks.

It was clear of blemishes except a beauty mark by her mouth. Her nose was small but round, her complexion was like a light fresh cappuccino and she had thick, sooty, long, curly eyelashes and the most perfect eyebrows.

Her ears were small with detached earlobes, which had three sets of holes. He knew enough about jewelry to know the diamond studs she had in each were real. Her chin was small but pronounced enough to be strong.

Her lips called out to him. They both were plump to the point of looking artificial and the lower one was a bright pink while the upper one was a dusky rose. Her bow was clearly defined.

Her eyes were the only thing that could take his attention from her pouty mouth. They were almond shaped and slightly slanted but boy, were they wide! He'd never seen eyes that big and they weren't comical. Her lashes nearly hid them as her eyes were narrowed but he knew their color was a forest green.