Kevin strutted away in search of analgesics for Melissa. Though it was a crucial element of his charade, he was nauseated to accommodate her needs. After all, he was way out of her league. Melissa was cute, a little skinny and flat-chested, but cute. But he believed himself deserving of a girl who more closely mirrored his own level of attractiveness.
As he trudged along past masses of mediocre girls, he noticed how all of them looked at him approvingly, adoringly. He wondered how the hell an average looking girl like Melissa had had the nerve to reject him. She should have considered herself lucky to have been with him. Any other girl in the school would have been thrilled to be in her place, they would not have turned him down. Her prissy little virginal act was infuriating, but also enticing. He loved a challenge. And since she was loath to give it away willingly, he would help her along pharmaceutically. He kept a prescription bottle with several Vicodin inside in his car; a couple of them along with a few beers and Melissa would be far more cooperative.
He smiled to himself, knew that the dimple in his cheek deepened as he did so and how much those around him loved his smile. He continued working his way through the throngs of dazzled onlookers and strutted away from the crowd. Near the edge of the grassy area, he spotted his friends, John DeNardi, Eric Sala and Chris Mace.
John spoke first. “What’s up man? Where’s the princess?”
“I left her back by the bonfire with her babysitters. I’m getting the royal virgin a little something for her headache.”
“She better make your head ache later! Know what I’m sayin’!” Eric joked.
“You know it, man!” Chris chimed in, high-fiving his friends.
“Tonight’s the night. No more of her cock-tease bullshit,” Kevin declared.
“You wanna guarantee payment, just slip her a Vicodin or two chased with a beer and she’ll have her panties down like all the others did,” Chris added.
“That’s the plan, my brother! I’ll see you guys in a little while. I gotta get the bitch something for her pain. I’m gonna run to my car and serve her up some real pain relief.”
“Take care of business, man. Take care of business,” Eric said, punctuating the word business with a joint fist pound with Kevin Anderson.
Kevin jogged to the rear parking lot to retrieve a pair of small white pills from an orange prescription bottle in his glove compartment before jogging back to Melissa smiling and displaying his trademark indentation in his right cheek.