“Maybe you should try actually reading the book next time?” He rose his brows disapprovingly.
Quinn pouted and crawled a little closer. They were already squashed up on the bed they were sharing, their thighs and elbows brushing together. “Can’t you just tell me what it’s about? This essay’s due tomorrow and I don’t even know the bloody story.”
“It’s about a girl meeting an obnoxious twat who turns out not to be too bad. Alright?”
“Just because you’re in Oakleaf and not some fancy prep school, it doesn’t mean you should just quit trying.”
Quinn snorted, “Who are you? My Dad?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Kit slid his arm around Quinn’s waist and pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a brief, flirtatious kiss before Kit yanked his body away. “Now do your essay.”
“Oh c’mon, babes, give me a little more information.”
Kit sighed heavily and pulled his boyfriend into his lap. “So, it all starts at this dance, right? This middle class girl overhears this upper class guy talking about how he wouldn’t dance with someone like her. He represents pride, she represents prejudice. Pride and Prejudice. Straight forward enough.”
Kit laughed in amusement and shook his head, “A shit ton of stuff happens. A couple of proposals later and they finally get married.” He explained. “You can look at my notes, Quinny, but only if you promise to actually read the book at some point.”
“I swear.” He lied.
Kit rose his brows, immune to his boyfriend’s lies. “Promise?”
Quinn rolled his eyes, ”Yes."
Benji stood outside his room, leant up against the door frame. He could hear muffled voices and flirtatious laughs. The sound of fabric ruffling and lips merging. He sighed in defeat as he came to the conclusion that he couldn’t interrupt the pair of lovers. So, instead, headed for his friend’s dorm.
He hadn’t seen Lucky much over the past couple of days. He’d been keeping to himself and eating his meals at different times, almost as if he was intentionally avoiding Benji. But that was impossible, the Pup thought. He hadn’t done anything wrong. Had he? As his mind flooded with theories of how he might have upset his friend, guilt settled over his body. He’s been so busy running the library that he hadn’t even had any time to check up on him. In the space of a few short seconds, Benji suddenly felt like the worst friend ever.
He knocked softly on the door, taking a deep breath, preparing himself to apologise for whatever he had done to upset his best friend. When he received no answer, he knocked once more. Still no answer. He knocked again. Silence.
Cautiously, he wrapped his fingers around the doorknob and twisted it. He wasn’t expecting it to even be unlocked, so was surprised when the hinges creaked and the door pushed open. He scanned the room with his sharp eyes, his face paling.
Lucky wasn’t there.
But Sebastian was.
He was laying unconscious on the floor with a needle discarded beside him and a tourniquet wrapped around his upper arm.
Benji’s eyes widened as he fell to his knees and frantically tried to shake him awake. He had no experience with drug users; he didn’t know what he was dealing with. He wasn’t sure what to do or how to respond. All he could do was scream. “Help! Please, help!” He bellowed, his eyes watering in frustration. He shouted until his lungs ached and the sound of footsteps could be heard pattering down the corridor.
Jake Wesley rushed in, followed by Kit, with Quinn trailing close behind. “Fuck, what happened?” Jake exclaimed and Benji shuffled away from the motionless body.
“I-I-I...I don’t...I don’t...I d-don’t know...” He stammered, tears welling in his eyes. “I-Is he okay?”
“Of course he’s not fucking okay!” Jake snapped, desperately feeling for a pulse as Benji recoiled into Kit’s arms. The taller boy held the Pup close to his chest, one hand placed on the back of his head, trying to shield his face. “What do we do?”
Kit loosened his grip on Benji but Quinn took over, pulling the Pup into his own chest instead. Kit leant down to hook his arms under Sebastian’s body, lifting him with a groan. “He needs a hospital. We have to take him to the front office so they can call an ambulance.” Kit explained calmly. He left the room with Sebastian’s limp body weighting down his arms, Jake following closely behind.
Quinn and Benji were left alone, breathing heavily, their eyes clouded with shock. “W-Will he be alright?” Benji whispered hesitantly.
“I don’t know.” Quinn responded truthfully. “I didn’t know he was a heroin junkie.”
Both boys froze, reaching the same conclusion at the same time. Benji pulled back, untangling himself from Quinn’s arms. “N-No. You don’t think—”
“Yeah, I do.” Quinn said firmly, his anger clearly shining through.
"Yes, he would. Where the fuck else would Steel have gotten it from?”
“I don’t know.” Benji whispered.
“For fuck sake!” Quinn cursed angrily. “What the fuck is wrong with that guy? You know how much trouble he’ll get in if Steel dies from the drugs he gave him?”
“S-Steel isn’t gonna die.” Benji pressed softly, though his argument was as weak as his voice — he didn’t fully believe it himself.
Both spun around when the door creaked open again, and a tousle of blue hair appeared. Lucky’s brows furrowed and his silver eyes darted between the pair curiously, “What’re you guys doing?”
Benji glanced over at Quinn for help, but he looked equally lost for words. “I-It’s Steel.” Benji informed him gently.
“What about him?”
“He overdosed.” Quinn replied plainly. His tactic was far more direct than Benji’s. There was no beating around the bush with him. “Kit and Wesley took him downstairs so the school can call an ambulance.”
Lucky’s expression was completely unreadable. Blank and puzzled. He didn’t know what to think or say or do. He couldn’t understand what he was hearing. “I-I don’t get it.” He murmured under his breath.
“I’m sorry, Lucky—” Benji tried to comfort him.
“Where did he get the drugs? I thought he was clean until...until a few days ago.” He trailed off, his mind drifting back to the argument the pair had. The argument which ended it all — when Sebastian was high. Quinn and Benji exchanged a hesitant look and Lucky rose his brows, “Did Diesel do this?”
“No.” Benji cut in before Quinn could answer. “We don’t know that.”
“But he could have.” Lucky added. “He couldn’t have gotten them anywhere else, it had to be Diesel—”
“Mate, I get that you’re upset—” Quinn interjected.
“I’m not upset.” He seethed. “Sebastian was a dickhead and I don’t give a shit about him, okay?”
Benji stumbled back by his blunt statement. “Lucky—”
“Just leave me alone.”
“Felix—” The Pup tried again.
“Fuck off, yeah?”
Quinn placed a firm hand over Benji’s shoulder and directed him towards the door. Benji initially tried to resist, but the cold glare Lucky sent his way melted him into a submissive state as he followed Quinn out the room and shut the door behind him.