This choice: Justin Roth (no cucking) • Go Back...Chapter #33Dregs and Druggies by: Seuzz   "Let's keep it simple," you tell your boyfriend. "Lin and Justin."
* * * * *
Chelsea wants you to copy Lin first. But what with one thing and another, it's late Thursday night before you finish making up two masks, and as you work you decide it would be more fun to grab Justin first. Then, from under his mask, you could have some hinky fun with the real Lin before enslaving her.
"Like where?" Chen asks you Friday morning as he drives you to school. "Like, where would you take her, do her?"
"I dunno. Depends on what they usually do. The Warehouse, maybe?"
Chen chortles. "Nasty. Take her upstairs as Justin, fuck her, then come downstairs as Lin. I love it."
"Maybe that's what I'll do." You reach over to squeeze his hand. "What are you doing tonight?"
"Got work."
"No, you, Chelsea."
"Huh? Oh. I dunno."
"We could get together in the loft?"
His face tightens. "Nuh-uh. Steve's gonna want it. He was bitching to Gordon earlier about, uh, him and me using it too much and him not getting to." He jerks his shoulders. "So I told him he could have it tonight. Keep the peace."
"Mm." You rub your fingertip across his thigh. "Maybe Justin'll know a good alternate place to hang out."
But Chelsea doesn't reply to that.
* * * * *
As Chen is a friend of Justin's, you leave it to Chelsea to set up the ambush. "We're meeting hiim out by the portables after class," he tells you as you walk to last period Orchestra together with your arms around each other's waists. "Well, I'm supposed to meet him. I didn't mention you."
"Why not? You ashamed of me?" you tease.
"Yeah, you suck at the viola. It's fucking embarrassing."
You jab him in the side with your elbow, and he grunts in pretended hurt.
Eva hasn't frozen you out since the disaster that hurled her and Jessica off the cheerleading squad, but she hasn't been real friendly, either, so you're prepared to ignore her again. But today, she leans over to murmur at you soon after you sit down.
"Sydney McGlynn's trying out for the squad," she tells you.
"Yeah?" you say. A moment later, though, the penny drops. "Wait, did you say Sydney McGlynn?" Eva nods. "Wasn't she a cheerleader at her old school, wherever that was?"
"Down in Texas, yes," Eva says. "She was the captain of her JV squad. You know what that means, right?"
"Yeah, that there's no way in hell Chelsea will pick her."
Eva's face falls. "Do you have shit on everything, Yumi?"
"I'm not shitting on it. I'm just telling you—"
"'Cos Jessica and I have been telling her she needs to try out. You know she won't put up with any of Chelsea's shit."
"Which, like I say, is why Chelsea won't pick her. She thinks she's got control of the squad now, she's not going to do anything that'll, like, jeopardize it."
Eva's lip curls. "So you're just gonna give up? Coach Tesla's gonna watch the tryouts, isn't she gonna get any say in things?"
"I guess we could talk to her," you reply, and avoid Chen's face. "Have you guys talked to Cindy or Lin about this?"
"Jessica's talked to them. Come on, Yumi! You can't let Chelsea win! Not after what she did to us!"
"I thought it was Kelsey who got you kicked off the squad," you snap back.
Eva's expression darkens, and she turns away.
Chen doesn't say anything to you about what Eva said, not then and not after class.
* * * * *
When Orchestra lets out, you and Chen part, at least briefly, to visit your lockers. After you've got the necessary supplies loaded up in your back pack, though, you make your way out a set of back doors and trot off toward the portables.
The portables!
It's not a place that Yumi particularly hangs out at. Even you, who are a little more comfortable with the low-class denizens of Westside High, don't visit them very often. Because there is nothing there to visit.
They must be a relic of a time when the high school had a bigger population, because they have been abandoned to rot, and in all your time at Westside you've never heard of a class being held in one. There are eighteen of them, next to the Agricultural Annex, arranged like a square with an open side: a double set of three portables, each the size of a small mobile home, on the north, south and west sides, with the east side opening out toward the school. In the makeshift "courtyard" in the middle, students will gather to eat lunch or skip class, but it's always the academic losers who gather there: the stoners and the smokers, the delinquents and the dropouts-to-be.
And that's what goes on in public. Smaller groups, and lone individuals, can be glimpses skulking about behind the portables, or in the alleys between them; and Chelsea—in Chen's mask—has already shown you that some portables can be gotten into, and that all sorts of nasty stuff can be done inside one.
And that's where he'll have Justin set up and waiting for you.
You spot them almost as soon as you've exited the school building, in that open space. There's half a dozen people there, including Adrian Semple and Spencer Osbourne and a few other people whose faces you recognize but whose names you don't know. They're all sitting cross-legged on the grass, or sprawled on their sides, but Gary and Justin are standing a little apart. Your boyfriend has a cigarette, and he takes drags on it while gesturing and talking at Justin with evident excitement.
You're halfway there when he glances over and spots you. His expression gives no acknowledgement, however; but he does grab Justin by the arm and tugs him into the complex. They disappear around a corner.
Not until you're almost atop the losers clustered within the arms of the portables do you realize that you've tensed up. And when one of the kids—a guy with coarsely blonde chopped hair and a bold stare under a trucker cap—shouts up at you, you realize why you're tensed all over.
"Party at my place tonight," he says. "Your boyfriend's working, wants me to show you a good time while you're busy."
Semple gasps, and Spencer snorts out a laugh, but neither they nor anyone else says anything as you stride through the group. But the guy who shouted at you grabs at the hem of your jacket as brush past, and jerks you back. "I mean it," he says, and his eyes glint over a tight smile. "Show you all kind of stuff that fucker can't—"
You slap his hand away, to nervous laughs all around. "You're pretty fucking brave," you snarl down at him, "but I don't—"
He grabs at you again. "What's your snatch taste like? Gimme a taste of it, and if I like we'll talk about—"
You smack at his hand again, but this time he doesn't release you.
"Better let her go, man," says a dark-haired kid sitting next to him. "Chen catches you, or if she tells him—"
"Fuck you!" the other guy snarls. "Go ahead and fucking tell your fortune cookie what I'm doing," he tell you as he pulls and paws at the front of your jacket. "After I fuck him up, I'll talk to you about—!"
You wrench yourself free and spin about, and on trembling legs totter off in the direction Justin and your boyfriend went. Obscene taunts batter at the back of your head, and you flinch, but a babble of voices behind tell you that the other guys are probably restraining your harasser. You wonder who he is, that he's willing to brave the jealous temper of Gary Chen.
You round the same corner that he vanished around, and find no one. You creep along, listening at doors, until you find one that you think you hear voices behind. You try the knob, and the door opens with a creak. Justin and Gary look over at you.
Justin is sitting behind a scarred teacher's desk. It's got the only chair to sit in, for all the regular desks have been hurled into a tangled pile on the other side of the room. Chen is propped up on the corner of the desk, and he summons you in with a jerk of his chin.
"Here she is, she'll show you," he says.
Justin's eyebrows go up. "You're shitting me," he says in a gruff baritone rumble. His arms are crossed against his chest.
"Nah, es verdad," Chen says. "Show him the thing," he says to you. "Give it to him." He raises an eyebrow.
You push the door shut behind you, and advance to the desk. You've no idea what they were talking about, but it's pretty clear that your boyfriend is telling you to get out and use the blank mask. You set your bag on the edge of the desk and unzip it; Gary crosses around to stand behind Justin, who stares at you from under lowered brows.
You take out the mask. The instant it's free, Chen grabs Justin from behind, catching his throat under the chin in the crook of his arm. Justin gasps and turns red, and grabs at his captor's forearm.
But he has no leverage, and it's the easiest thing in the world to press the mask onto his face. It vanishes into him, and he slumps in the chair, his eyes glassy.
And when Chen releases him, he slides to the floor with a heavy thump.
"Clothes off," Chen says, "and I'll get the mask off you. You already put that stuff inside it? I can just put it straight onto Roth after the other mask's done with him?" You nod. "Fuckin' awesome." He snaps his fingers. "Come on. I wanna have a little fun with you before I take the mask off you." He grabs at your pussy.
"You should keep watch outside," you tell him as you slap him away. "Stop anyone from coming in."
"No one's coming in," he sneers.
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