Mean Girls Missing

21

May 30

11:11 pm

Monica

Dewey knocked twice against the front door before sending a text. I was running behind this time. I pulled my socks over my feet and hurried to answer the door.

He smiled at me. "Hey, Mon."

"Dewey." I let him slink in past me. "What have you been up to?"

I hadn't seen him in nearly a month. Well, I physically saw him on campus or out at the coffee shop, but we hadn't been intimate in a while. I had been busy with midterms. Dewey was busy doing whatever it was that Dewey did. It certainly wasn't homework.

"Oh, you know, just living it up."

Typical Dewey response.

"Fun," I tucked my hair behind my ear. "What brings you here?"

He pinned me against the wall, pressing his body against mine. "I missed you."

Butterflies fluttered through my belly. "You missed me?"

"I did." Dewey put his lips on my neck. "You want me to show you how much?"

I nodded against his chest. His hands grabbed my thighs and pulled me off the ground and into his arms. I locked my legs around his waist. Dewey kissed me hard while walking down the hallway into my room. He laid me down on the bed, holding his weight on his forearms while we continued making out.

I ran my fingers through his light blonde hair. His other hand was up my shirt. I was ready to peel my clothes off when Dewey pulled back.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Awesome," he corrected. He pushed his hair back. "Um, do you mind if I bump real quick?"

"Sure..."

Dewey fumbled in his pocket and took out a little baggy. He scoured the room before finding my English textbook. He kneeled in front of my nightstand, pouring the white contents onto my book, and breaking it up into thick lines with a credit card.

He dug in his pocket again. "Ah, shit." He slumped back. "I forgot my dollar."

"Do you need a straw or something?"

"I always use the same dollar. It's my good luck charm." Dewey flashed a grin at me.

"Okay," I hopped out of bed and grabbed my purse off my desk. I reached for my wallet and flipped through fives and tens before I found a single dollar. It was already a bit crumpled. Perfect.

I handed it to him.

"Are you sure?" Dewey raised an eyebrow. I nodded. He shrugged. "Okay, if you say so."

He wasted no time rolling the dollar tightly and tucking it into his nostril. He pressed a finger against the clear nostril and inhaled one line after the other. Three bumps later, he popped the dollar onto the textbook and stretched his arms.

"Whoo!" Dewey's hair flipped as he shook his head around. "Now I'm ready to go."

Back in bed, Dewey removed my shorts. I pulled his shirt over his head. His nostril was bright red and his pupils had dilated three times the size in the last ten minutes. We picked up right where we left off.

Although I didn't necessarily understand why people liked coke, I had to admit Dewey was better in bed when he was using. It gave him more energy. He wanted to go more rounds if he snorted, rather than if he was sober or drunk and it would be one-and-done. I probably wouldn't try it just because I was afraid I'd snort it wrong and die instantly. Dewey was an adult. He could make his own choices and I was not going to scold him like his mother. Besides, Dewy wasn't my boyfriend and I didn't owe him anything.