Dean gives himself to John's hunger

"I knew you could do it, sugar lips!" the voice in the back of John's head congratulated.

John woke up from her daze to find what remained of Dean laying in the driver's seat. It was just a pile of clothes! She grasped at the clothing, digging through them as if she could dig up Dean underneath or something, but found nothing.

"Now, feed me more!" Andrea's voice was louder, more forceful. John felt a chill down her spine. What has she just done?!

"I'm not going to feed you anymore! This is wrong!" John said out loud. She looked around, but everyone was busy heading into the gym. She started feeling like a mental patient as there was no answer from the plant. "I'm not going to listen to you, Andrea, you're not in control of me!"

"Feed me..." the plant's commanded repeated in her head. The mantra reverberated down to her very core where it built that lust up inside her. She started to rub herself under her skirt and moan. She propped herself up against the window and dug her fingers in deep. She gasped as she realized what she was doing. She needed to step outside and get some fresh air... she needed to talk to Jessica. Jessica! She's under the influence as well! Brent was in danger!

John let herself out of the car and headed inside. She would head to the bathroom as planned and try and convince Jessica to fight the plant inside their heads. As she walked through the entrance, she was greeted by the dance committee.

"Hey, Jessica, where's Dean? I thought you'd be coming with him..." asked Trevor. He was decked out in a flashy blue suit reminiscent of the 70's purely to be ironic.

"Ah... he's around..." John replied vaguely.

"Oh good, should we wait to take your picture?" Shana asked, holding her camera up.

"Uh... yeah, later's good..." John said, getting a little impatient with the conversation.

"Hmm... you smell really nice, Jessica..." Trevor noted. His nose veered toward the small flower that had grown off of her. John noticed it as well and got a bad chill. She started to suspect that it wasn't just there for show and was soon confirmed when Trevor stepped closer. "Well, you better tell Dean to hurry up or I might have to steal you for the next dance..." He was now deep inside John's personal bubble, leaned next to her by the wall. John's breathing became shallow as the male's presence stirred up emotions inside her that caused her to flush red.