Cheer-Stained: One Week In Westbridge

15: The Perfreakt Drug

Gina.

God, how could I have been so stupid?! He called me Gina. Being with Adymm as long as I have, I should have picked up on that red flag instantly - he tried to tell me about all that crap, to help me survive the mean club scene of New York. Instead, I was so distracted by all my issues and seeing Gordie again that it flew right past me.

Immediately, I made for the girls' locker room, utilising all the flexibility and maneuvering I retained from my three years of cheerleading. Most people looked at me funny, some laughed... some yelled at me for almost knocking them over. None of them bothered to help me, none of them seemed to realise how bad this was! Finally, I got to the locker room, where I sprinted toward the johns... only to run into Morgan.

"Where's the fire, chief?" she chided.

"No time," I grunted, pelting into a stall. Once in there, I suddenly realised I wasn't going to be very good at this the fist time. How does it work again?

"Hey, are you okay?" I heard her saying behind me.

"Fine, just fine." Hesitantly, I stuck my finger in the back of my throat; it felt awful, and I coughed a little, but nothing came up.

"Whoa, stop, stop, stop!" she yelled, grabbing my shoulders. "Are you on drugs?!"

Relenting, I whirled around and shouted, "I will be if you don't let me heave 'em back up!"

Blinking, she stepped back. "Oh, uh... then, um, go ahead." As I reasserted my stance, she continued, "but you'll want to use two fingers, it works quicker."

"I'm not even going to ask how you know that," I mumbled as I tried her suggestion; I gagged again, and more easily, but that's it.

"Here, drink," she said, handing me a cup of fresh water from the tap. "If you've got more in your stomach, it'll come up easier."

That worked; once I downed the water and tried the two fingers again, out it came. For your sake, I'll refrain from explaining that in too much detail; suffice it to say there was zero fun involved, and the "ew" factor was high. This whole situation is gross enough without being graphic.

"There, there," Morgan cooed as she dabbed at my mouth with a wad of toilet paper. "You're gonna be fine now, right?"

"Yeah..."

She smiled, though she still looked shaken. "By the way, what did you take?"

"GHB," I whispered, coughing into the toilet paper as I tried to rise.

"What?! Christ Almighty, are you insane?!"

"No," I growled half-heartedly. "'Careless' or 'stupid' would apply, though."

"God..." After swallowing uncomfortably, she asked, "Do you know how much?"

"Probably just a few grams... but it's a few more than I wanted, I can tell you that. I swear, I didn't mean to, I- I thought it was just water."

"Man... well, at least you got most of it up and out, so you should be fine."

"Fine?" I grinned as she helped me to my feet. "Yeah, I'm good now. In fact... maybe even great."

"Oh no," she breathed, looking into my eyes; why did she look so funny?

Actually, everything seemed to be entertaining all of the sudden; the bathroom mirrors, the tiles... and everything felt nice. Really nice, like hands moving lightly along my body, caressing me toward the doorway, surrounding me and making sure nothing could go wrong tonight.

"Come along, Morgan; let us... party!"

~ o ~

Things went hazy after that. For something like an hour, I mingled with total strangers like they were long-lost cousins, tried to take over the DJ booth, and danced with anything that moved - at one point, I may have even hit on Gordie! Some of it I remember myself, but most of what I know comes from eyewitness accounts - AKA, Morgan, who spent the better part of that hour trying to keep me from doing anything I'd regret. Want a "for instance"? Well, for instance, I mooned the entire gymnasium. Yeah, there's one she didn't catch in time; fortunately, only about an eighth of the crowd could see it, but that's some small comfort, let me tell you.