Lydia was alone in her room, but she still ensured no one was at the door. Well by no one she meant her roommate who spent more time partying than studying. She probably was at the frat’ party on the other side of campus. Anyway, she checked before she swallowed the two pills.
Jonathan insisted that it was nothing, just some low dosed drug, similar to amphetamines but less potent. He took them regularly he’d said, particularly during crunching time. It helped him focus better. It would make her more aware of her surroundings, more alert. She’d been less than sanguine about the idea. It was after all illegal to use these. But her best friend was relentless; and she had a crush on him so it was always difficult to say no to him. She’d been good though; she’d resisted almost a month before she relented and purchased some of the tablets. Enough for two weeks.
Besides, illegal or not, the truth was she needed all the help she could get; she’d been sleeping poorly in the past few months. Going to bed at 10pm she failed falling asleep before midnight or 1am. By 3:30 or 4am she was awake, her dreams having left her drenched, and incapable of falling back to sleep. Insomnia would drive her crazy. She couldn’t afford having teachers thinking she was lost in some senseless or ludicrous reverie, while she was in class, worse yet in an exam. But somehow a tidal wave of exhaustion would overwhelm her like some tsunami and she would dose on and off during class. Whenever someone spoke loud enough to wake her, their voices sounded like sandpaper to her ears.
She’d been taking the pills for five days and so far… zilch. The effect was zero. Well not exactly: there was one thing she’d noticed but she wasn’t sure about it. The wildness of… She cut the thought off. It wasn’t the time to think about this. Jonathan was coming for a study session. And yet… Jonathan…
Lydia stop it! She admonished herself mentally. Thinking about anything but that stupid chemistry exam wouldn’t help her. But chemistry put something else on her mind. God! Weren’t these amphetamines supposed to help her focus? She was focused alright but on the wrong subject.
“Hey Lydia, you’re in?”
He was here. She stood, slightly dizzy. That was a first. Maybe it was working after all; but was it supposed to do that? She opened the door. Jonathan stood there, handsome and sexy. Wait… not now. She couldn’t get horny now. She needed the alertness.
“Are you ok Lydia?”
He raised an eyebrow. That was a barefaced lie but he was her friend. She wasn’t going to let him know about her wild dreams.
“You look a little flushed.”
“I’m good. It’s just…” She pulled him inside the room before she closed the door.
“Are you sure…?”
“I’m good. It’s just… the pills you gave me they don’t really work at all.”
He seemed to relax… shrugged.
“Well who knows? There’s always the Fourth Rule.”
“Come on. You’re going to lie to my face. I’m not trying to get my cash back. Avarice’s never been my greatest sin.”
“I know.” His knowing smile caught her attention. “How many have you taken?”
“Two… like you said to do if it didn’t work. Jonathan… What are the side effects of that drug?”
He got closer and with a look of concern, he took her warm face in his hands. Fuck he was hot. Forget the warmth of her face, his hands were just drawing lines of fire running through her entire body.
“Let me think… Lowered inhibitions. Enhanced libido.”
“That’s why I keep dreaming about us doing it…”
Her hands flew to her mouth. She couldn’t keep it shut, could she? Her face must have taken a sanguine hue because he looked away for a second. But when he looked back, he smiled almost sheepishly.
“So you do like me a little.”
“Fuck, more than a little.”
They didn’t study chemistry that afternoon; well not the kind of chemistry their professor would think about. She didn’t take the pills afterwards but neither did insomnia bother her much.
In response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #134.
1. Relent 2. Wildness 3. The Fourth Rule (There is an exception to every rule.) 4. Barefaced 5. Amphetamine 6. Swill 7. Tidal 8. Sanguine 9. Reverie 10. Avarice (greed) 11. Zilch 12. Sandpaper
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.