Disclaimer: The following short story involves adult topics.

Jasmine’s legs stuck to the leather seats of Ricky’s car. With the windows down, they zipped past the neon lights of fast food joints until they were on the back roads. Ricky pulled over and cut the lights. Jasmine checked the time on her phone. “Why did we stop driving? I have a final tomorrow morning.”

Ricky took off his glasses, put them in the glove compartment, and grabbed something small. “Well, we went to dinner and a movie.” He reached his arm around her. “You’ve been leading me on all night.”

“I lead you on every night; I like flirting.”

“When people go on dates, they usually want more than flirting.”

“So this is a date now?”

“You don’t want this?” Ricky winked at her, and she cringed.

Laughing, he moved back and held up a small baggie of Adderall. “Relax.”

She grabbed it from him and examined the round, orange pills closer. “What’s the dosage?”

“45 mg.”

“That’s more than usual.”

Ricky shrugged. “I got a good deal on them.”

“Thanks.”

“Big chemistry final tomorrow?”

Jasmine nodded, shoving the pills in her purse. “I need to get back to study.”

Ricky turned off the car.

“What the hell?”

“I thought maybe I could help you study.”

Jasmine rolled her eyes. “Ricky, I’m gay.”

“I know, but you gotta be careful with those pills.”

“Okay, Mom. After chemistry I’m done with them. Can we go?”

“Promise me.”

Jasmine raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious? You’re my supplier. If you wanted to cut me off, you would have.”

“I’m looking out for you. If I would’ve let you go to the sellers, they’d have screwed you over.”

“Fair enough. I promise. Now let’s go.” Jasmine was already swallowing the first pill dry before Ricky started driving.

Fiction

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