Dancing with Molly - Lena Horowitz Page 0,71

to be here, I said, totally freaked.

Oh, those aren’t her parents. That dude is Jasmine’s supplier, and I guess that’s his girlfriend or whatever, Kelly said. His shit is good.

The two adults started making out, him pressing her back onto the couch. Something about those two going at it made me sick to my stomach, but I also couldn’t look away. It was kind of like a train wreck. The first time I’d been out of my house and away from my warden parents and all I could think about was getting out of here and going home.

You want? The green-haired guy asked, holding out a tiny, expertly prepared bag of molly to me. Jess and Kelly were already holding theirs. I looked in the mirror. The man was untying his girlfriend’s bathing suit.

Yeah. I want.

I took the bag and downed it with an entire bottle of water, then grabbed my friends’ arms and pulled them back outside. No way did I want to watch the over-the-hill sex show anymore. I dove right into the pool and let the cool water envelop me. It felt so good I suddenly realized I probably could have gone without the drugs. Everything felt good to me after being locked up. Just breathing the fresh air, feeling the sun on my face, hearing my friends’ voices. But it was too late now. The drugs were already working their way into my system. And before long, I started to feel them. At one point, I emerged from the water and there was a crazy glow around the sun. I knew I was rolling.

I got out of the pool and found a towel, which I laid down on the grass, letting the warmth of the sun coat my body. My skin tingled everywhere, and suddenly I wished like anything that Carson was there, but my parents hadn’t given me back my phone, so I couldn’t even text him to come over. I lifted my head to look around for Jess, and realized she was right beside me, making out with Kelly like a madwoman. I laughed and lay back down again. Huge bubbles floated past my face, making rainbows across the sky. I’d never seen anything so beautiful.

Before long I felt someone caressing the skin on my arm, and it felt sooo good. I looked over, and it was Kelly. She was still making out with Jess, but she was stroking my arm. I laughed, wondering if she even realized she was touching the wrong girl. Then she kind of rolled off Jess and cuddled up next to me, saying my skin was so soft. She kissed my neck, and it felt so good just to be touched. Before I knew it, Jess was kissing my neck on the other side. I kept giggling, and they kind of made a game of it, seeing who could make me laugh the hardest. Then they sat up again and started kissing each other right over me, making a bridge over my belly. I watched them, and Jess’s hair trailed on my skin, setting every particle on fire. After a while I closed my eyes, and they eventually went back to toying with my skin, playing with my fingers and toes like I was their personal toy. It was fun and silly and chill, and every moment of it felt so very good.

Now, as I’m writing this, I’m glad that’s as far as it went. I know from experience how things can get out of control, and I love Jess, but I don’t want to kiss her on the mouth or do anything else like that with her. I think it would mess with our friendship. It’s a little weird that she was kissing my neck, I guess, but not really. I’ve done more than that with other girls.

The two things that are freaking me out are: 1) the fact that I lied straight to my father’s face when I got home tonight. I made up this whole story about how we ordered pizza and watched old videos of us from when we were little. I don’t even know where all the details came from, but they just did, and he believed me.

No drugs? he said.

No drugs, I told him.

I didn’t even blink. And every time I think about it, I feel icky and twisted inside. But why? I just totally proved my point. I can do molly and be totally fine and not let things get out of