“I didn’t mean to pry like that. Look, the only reason I even bugged you at all was to let you know that I’m kind of smart as shit too. Especially in math. If you needed some help, or wanted me to tutor you or something… no charge of course… I’d be glad to. Unless Kip already is.”
Her face suddenly glowed pink and she could barely look Zak in the eye.
“Yeah, that’d be nice. Kip’s… busy these days. And since we’re in the same class, it would probably do me good, right?”
“Yeah. Yeah, right.”
“I’m warning you, Gwendolyn. When it comes to that algebra shit… I’m kind of a retard. I’m completely lost. It’s hopeless, I’m telling you.”
She hit him again, same spot. He couldn’t hold back his hiss.
“It’s not as hard as you think. And I’m a good teacher too. So… wanna meet up today? After school? We could meet at the library or… someplace else.”
“How about the Grease Shack? I have to be honest… not really eager to stick around this place longer than I have to. I’ll buy you a burger.”
“Okay, yeah. You’ll be a math genius in no time. Smarter than the stinkiest of shit.”
Gwendolyn shot him another smile, brushed him with her left arm as she walked away.
Zak’s heart was pounding. There was just something about that girl, and he immediately couldn’t wait to see her again.
“Zak!”
Chuck’s voice. Fuck me. Here we go.
Zak turned, hands balled up at his sides. He bounced on his feet a little, ready to do what he had to.
But Chuck had no ill intent written on his face as he jogged down the hall toward Zak. His face was a mess, white crust fanned out from both corners of his mouth. Yellow muck sat in his eyes, and they sat deep in the dark circles of his sockets. Chuck actually smiled when he reached Zak, like they were old friends who hadn’t seen each other in a while.
“Hey, man,” Chuck said, out of breath.
“Chuck. You look like shit.”
Chuck just laughed. “You s-seen Kip around? I’ve been looking all over for him and… I just really need to see him, man.”
“Why do you need to see him?” Zak crossed his arms and squinted.
“I just…” Chuck stopped short, eyes moving to the ground and rolling around as he thought of some bogus excuse. “I want to apologize. You know… for how I’ve treated him. It wasn’t right and I know that now.”
“Really?”
Chuck nodded, smiled like a special ed student.
“What made you change your attitude? I had to put a gun to your fucking head just last night so you wouldn’t kill the kid. Now this? Tell me what the fuck is going on, Chuck. No bullshit.”
Chuck groaned, ran both palms over his face. He looked on the verge of crying. “If I tell you… if I tell you, will you bring me to him?”
Zak didn’t answer, just stared hard.
“I need him. I fucking need him so bad.”
“Because of what happened last night, right?” Zak looked over his shoulder, all around them to make sure nobody was listening. He leaned in closer to Chuck. “Because of the pus?”
Chuck’s eyes widened along with his grin, and he nodded so hard it looked like his neck would break. “Yes. Yes, the pus. Fuck, man… I need it. I’ll die without it.”
Chuck scratched at his cheeks, neck, and chest, baring his teeth.
“And Chelsea too. She’s got it bad. She didn’t come to school today… told me if I don’t bring her back any more, she’d kill herself. I have to find Kip, Zak. Please help me.”
Chuck had taken another step toward Zak, and their torsos pressed up against each other. Zak shoved him away, and Chuck’s eyes softened. He dropped to his knees, grabbed the loose fabric of Zak’s jeans over his shins.
“Please. Please!”
“Get the fuck off me,” Zak said and kicked Chuck in the chest.
Chuck landed on his ass, cupped his face in his hands, and wept.
“What’s going on here?” The math teacher. The man scowled at Zak, but when his eyes landed on Chuck, he smirked. He was about to walk away, as if the school’s most popular jock deserved an ass kicking, but when Zak noticed the papers in the teacher’s hand, he grabbed the man’s arm.
“What’s that?”
The teacher yanked his arm away, looked Zak up and down. “Not anything that concerns you. You need to be concentrating on your schoolwork.”
“I just hired a tutor, literally a few minutes after class, sir. I’m trying.”
The teacher looked ready to launch another verbal attack, but sighed, pursed his lips. He watched Chuck cry for another few seconds, then showed the papers to Zak. “Just a couple of papers I found on two of the students’ desks. They look threatening to me, so I was going to show them to the principal. He’s your cousin, right? Maybe you’d better warn him.”
“Yeah… right.”
The teacher walked off, taking the papers with him. Scratched into the college ruled notebook paper in black pen and gray lead was the word TOAD. Written over and over and over again, until every inch of the paper was covered, torn in places where they had pressed down too hard.
A hand gripped Zak’s leg again.
“Zak, I’ll do anything. I woke up this morning and all I could think about was Kip. That’s all anyone could think about. Jade was the worst. She—”
“Where is Jade?”
Jade sucked on Kip’s chest in the back seat of Zak’s car. Kip ran his fingers through her hair and moaned as her teeth scraped across his skin and peeled back the oily membranes at the peak of each zit. She slurped up the cream like raw clams, rubbing her bare, wet pussy over his knee, fucking it. Her thumbnails popped the boils on his neck, and she pressed her nose to them, snorted, rocked harder and growled.
Kip was fully erect, his cock pressing up against her chest, her breasts rubbing against it in a constant up and down motion as she gorged herself on his discharge.
But he didn’t want to take it out of his pants. If he did that, she might start playing with it, sucking it, and he didn’t want that. Nothing could have possibly felt better than Jade feasting on his pus, breaking his skin to get to the treats inside. If she started on his dick, she would have to stop popping pimples, and he didn’t even want her to stop. She had offered already, but he refused.
“Just keep… just keep doing what you’re doing.”
“Anything. Anything you say.” Her eyes were almost completely white, as if she was engulfed in so much ecstasy, she couldn’t unroll them from the back of her head. Her teeth chattered and her entire body spewed sweat, dripping down over Kip’s torso only to be sucked up by Jade along with his oils and secretions.
Though her mouth stayed on his chest, her hand still coasted to the bulge in his jeans, massaged the head.
“No,” he said. He moved her hand to his face, used her fingertips for her to pop a zit on his left nostril. The pus blew like water from a whale’s blowhole, sprayed her in the face. And she gasped, licked it up like a kid licking cupcake frosting from their lips. Her hips rocked more violently, fucking his knee, drenching it in sex juice, and she tilted her head back and screamed, slammed her palms on the car’s ceiling. A surge of warm fluid spilled over his knee, trickled down his thigh and soaked into his jeans.
She collapsed backward, banging the back of her head against the car window. Her hands were at her tits, rubbing her stomach, then down to her sex. Eyes still white, teeth still chattering. Something like a growl rattled from her mouth, and for a second, Kip worried she was having some kind of seizure, but then her pupils rolled to the front of her eyes and she smiled at him.
“I think… I think I fucking love you, Kip. My perfect little Toad.”