[open] she go right she go right, cocaine.

[jaycie nina pierce]

Even though it had been cold, she still wore fishnets under her skinny jeans. A lot of people at the school told her tonight that it made her look like a hooker. Of course, she just gave them her usual high response. A simple 'huh?' or sometimes she went with the 'oh thanks, cause you look just as pretty like a walrus'. But even though it meant a compliment from her, and her smile glistened through people still took it in a harsh way. Called her a 'retard' or 'crackhead'. Usually she got that crackhead kind of thing. It didn't bug her though. Why would it? It didn't bug her. It was the truth. All she need was pot, and a couple cigarettes a day. And she was happy for the rest of her life. Sad right? But it pleased her more then any boy could do. It was the one thing that could never let her down. It never turned its back on her. Or called her a psycho, or a freak of nature. She was different cause being normal was boring. Well she needed a cigarette, she decided.

Pulling out her pack of Marlboro Reds, she ducked behind some plants in the courtyard. Hoping that no one in the staff would catch her. Pulling her lighter out of her boot. Just having her fingertips close enough to her pipe screamed out, teasing her. A frown when across her face. "Why are staring at me you little rat dude?" she questioned, staring down at the chair's leg. Before she started to burst out into laughter. That was Jaycie for you, always high as fuck. Lighting up the end of her cigarette she started to sing the Barney theme song. "I love you. You love hookers. We are all a bunch of fucking pimps. With a great big gun in your face. And a pop in your ass from me to you. Won't you say you'd rape me too." Obviously she edited it some. It was quite funny to see her high but then again she was a funny person due to the weed.

The cigarette increased the weeds effect on her. Which is partly the reason why she smoked cigarettes it increased her high. The burning feeling when down her throat. Another reason why she had liked it so much was since she could see the smoke blaze out of her mouth into the air. And at night she got to see the end of it lighten up. It was truly beautiful to her. Strange, and disgusting to others. Placing the cigarette up to her lips, she took another great deep inhale. It felt so good to have the smoke in her system. Nothing was going to go wrong with this night. Even if she smoked pot, and smoked cigarettes alone. It was never a social thing to her so it didn't matter. It just helped with her stress, made her feel better about herself. Which was always a plus. Weed, was all she needed to get by in life. And a couple lines here and there.

[STEFANO MAINE CAEDMON]

all stefano needed right now was a smoke. all damn day, he had been craving and craving and stefano hated cravings. they were annoying, just as annoying as the place he was in. he had to go through his groups and all that good stuff. but now he was free and he needed to do some sales. people here had been demanding more and more and the more you make them wait for their drugs, the crazier they'll get and the closer you'll get to being busted. see, if you make them wait too long, they'll go maniac and say all sorts of crap. either the staff will figure they're having a withdrawl (partly true anyways) or they're telling the truth and will question them and hence you getting fucked in the end.

now stefano was definitely a good liar, and a great person to sneak around. no one could be as good as a drug dealer than stefano. everyone came to him, and he had it all down so far no one could ever tell. that's why most people came to him anyways. you'd never guess sweet little stefano was selling all sorts of goodies.

after selling some pot and cocaine (not to mention sharing some of the coke with the customer, his offer), stefano headed back to catch up with friends. he pulled out a menthol and sucked hard on it. the nicotine was comforting and it made him breathe easier, no irony there. as he walked through the courtyard, he passed the bushes. and they were talking to him. something about hookers and pimps in the form of the barney song. stefano stopped and stared at the bushes. stefano sighed, shaking his head. "i really gotta get off this stuff...." he then noticed smoke rising up from the bushes and that's when he realized the coke wasn't messing with his brain. it was some girl sitting behind the bushes, smoking.

"uh...'scuse me, but should you be behind those bushes scaring the fuck out of everyone passing by?" stefano questioned the girl. sure enough stef wasn't asking this girl that question because he was concerned of others. he was asking her this to make conversation. she had that glassy look to her eyes and stefano knew right away that this girl could be much more entertaining than his 'friends' back at saint helena's.

[jaycie nina pierce]

"i really gotta get off this stuff...." she got confused for a second. was her mind thinking things. this just damn right made her weirded out. what was this shit laced with? it was so damn good. her head was spinning and her mind was going through thoughts at really high speed. she felt pumped, amazing. all she needed right now was some coke. that would really hit the spot. just like weed it would make everything seem so fast. coke alone was boring, yes. but mixed with weed. it was the shit. she never did coke alone. that was so damn gay. but then she started to get paranoid. what if someone had heard her? where they going to tell on her? would she be so fucked? oh god she hoped not. her nerves were very high.

looking up she saw a guy. usually she wouldn't give a guy the time of day. most of the guys she knew she insulted. like that dumb fuck dylan. she had no clue why she saved his life. that time she was being way to nice. it wasn't her thing to be nice to most people. they all fuck you over anyways. but this guy wasn't bad looking. didn't seem that annoying. he looked high as a kite. maybe off of coke? oh god she hoped so. maybe he'd share. "uh...'scuse me, but should you be behind those bushes scaring the fuck out of everyone passing by?" she started to laugh before she pulled on his sleeve. "sit down, dude. oh who gives a shit if they get scared. that would be some good comedy." she giggled more. "so um, you got any coke? i dunno if you like would or not. but you seem like you would. and a couple lines sounds so good right now. if not then, sweet whatever."

she had this huge grin on her face looking at him. "you look like that guy in that band!" she started to laugh. then out came the snorts. she couldn't stop snort laughing. "oh fuck, i sound like a pig. oink. oink." this only made her laugh harder. jaycie was happy when she smoked. this was the only time you'd see her like this. when she smoked she felt all of the stress, and the pain release. jaycie had no worries. this girl didn't have to worry about life. especially when she smoked. but her craves for coke increased when she smoked weed. it always happened like that. her want was so bad sometimes when she couldn't find any she started to freak the fuck out and cry. she'd lose it. all she wanted was those lines.

[STEFANO MAINE CAEDMON]

okay, this girl was definitely out of her mind. in the good way, in the bad way, who knew. stefano figured he might as well find out. he was a little paranoid though. this girl was fucked off her ass. if he stayed with her, he might get caught. stefano blinked at her as she pulled on his sleeve, setting him down on the ground next to her. for a few seconds, stefano got scared, his heart beating faster with every second. but then, stefano grinned at this redhead. what's the fun without a risk? that definitely gets your heart pumping and the adrenaline rushing. he shrugged a bit to himself, saying 'what the hell' in his mind before turning his attention back to the girl.

she could tell stefano was high. and that shocked him. stefano always looked normal, even if every drug and drink were in his system. but this girl definitely could tell, since she asked him for coke. stefano continued to stare at her, trying to decide whether to walk away or stay. yes, stef was very territorial with his drugs. he was also selfish, never sharing. he always shared with his customers, since they always offered. but stefano's coke was grade A shit and one line fucked you over for three days straight. is there really such a thing? well, of course. it's stefano's job to find the great stuff. and he usually kept it all to himself.

stefano nodded. "yeah, i do." he replied. let's see this girl go crazy, stefano thought to himself as he pulled out a pencil case from his backpack. if it's any more possible for her to be, he also thought as he noticed her cry out about some guy in a band. he opened it, pulled out a small mirror, an old credit card, and a ziploc bag full of sparkling white powder. he poured some on the mirror, glancing up occasionally for anyone passing by. he made four lines, pulling out a dollar and snorting up two of them. he then passed the mirror over to the girl. he omitted the part about this coke being over amazing. she'll find out for herself. now this girl was pretty, yeah, she was probably stefano's type. not the looks type, but she was an addict. and stef connected with those the best. girls usually stayed with him though for his drugs, and stefano couldn't help but notice that it hurt a bit. but who was he to settle on just one girl? if anything, he was more of a whore than a lover.