Maddie began to panic again, but grabbed her shirt of the ground and attempted to reclothe herself as fast as she could. Her cheeks got rosey red, and she closed her eyes, gently putting a palm to her temple.
"Ugh...ugh...yeah, we're ugh...we're good how are you?"
She grit her teeth. She was too high to do the negotiating. She only liked people she was sleeping with to see her unclothed- hell she didn't even send nudes to the people she was sleeping with. And while her little impromptu make-out session that she was, admittedly, just halfway using as an excuse had helped her calm down, random ass people approaching them in the dark did not. Well, it did, but not in the normal way. Rather than calming her down, it scared her enough to start setting her head straight.
"You have...ugh...a nice car? Yeah. I like your car"
If she was too high to make negotiations, she might as well embrace it. They might write it all off as the driver had to let the really high-passenger get out for an "adventure." Drunk people did it sometimes, so why not high people too? That's when she realized: she went to school with these nimrods.
"Fuck"
She said, placing her forehead into her palms.
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Caleb smirked.
"I guess that's right. Dead ones"
He opened his refrigerator, and withdrew a beer. Probably not safe to mix alcohol and MDMA, but you know what? Who fuckin cares at this point, he figured. He tried to do a cool bartender trick by removing the cap of the beer using his teeth, but instead, there was an awful
chika chika chika chika chika sound that rang ou when he tried.
Arching an eye brow, he put a finger between his bottom teeth and his porcelain front ones. Back in the day, Caleb had a dorky ass front tooth gap that looked straight out of a hill bully stereotype. A thousand dollar surgery here or there to avoid braces later, and he had porcelain front teeth that he couldn't feel. I mean, he had felt his molars trembling, but didn't pay any mind. As he lowered his index finger between his teeth, he felt tiny pin pricks from above and below.
"How long have my teeth been chattering?"
Caleb asked, with a very strange smile on his face. His eyes were still full dilated, but up until now he hadn't been relaxed enough to chill out and just be absorbed by the high. About thirty minutes into it, when he first hit it, his girlfriend was in a car accident. Less than an hour later after that he brutally murdered someone, then his friends- while forced it didn't matter irregardless- went to set up the other boy to die in the morning. All in the same night. Oh and he was back in a fucking gang he swore to quit for the same girl that cheated on him by being spit-roasted between two of the biggest fuck ups in the ROTC program at HCCHS. So that's fucking grand.
The answer to his question was all night. How long has he been feeling good? All night. How long were his eyes dilated? All night. He had been so stressed and concerned with everything else he had all but ruined his high. And if he wasn't forcing his friends into a life of crime on the spot, or murdering someone, one could almost take pity on him. That MDMA was expensive as shit.
Caleb, while waiting on Alejandro's response, took off his shirt. Originally because he was warm, but spotting his dress shirt slung over lackadaisically on the kitchen stool, he put it on. Visibly his forehead began to sweat but it was obvious by his facial expression as he buttoned the shirt up that he didn't care. He was now wearing a Kentucky Basketball colored blue dress shirt, blue jeans,military combat boots, and an 18 dollar digital watch from Walmart that Caleb wore like a fucking Rolex. He didn't wear it that way to be self centered, fascesious or even to look more wealthy than he was- he wore it because he liked digital watches and had trouble reading clock-based watches.
"I hate to sound cocky or cold- but do you think this looks good? I mean, Maddie is hardcore mackin' on Ali, but I still wanna look good-"
He started to laugh, though it was noticeably not wheezy. He was likely dehydrated.
"-guess I'm single now, afterall"
He was speaking faster than Alejandro could answer him, but not too awfully bad. He might have been considered rude or annoying if he was sober. But knowing that he was high on something that was supposed to make you explode with emotions and thoughts and empathy and just a general love for all things (especially talking) he was surprisingly tame and pleasant to deal with. No worse than a stoner that only got one toke or two- but with a lot more energy.